Temper control

Temper control

By May Kwek

I really despise my temper

It is something I haven’t learnt to control

It bursts out of me at times

Especially when I am hungry or low

I crave the peace

The quiet rustlings of leaves

But because of this horrid temper of mine

I would feel anything but fine

I need to let go

To live and let live

And learn some self control

For life is not a show

I could make a mistake which I would always regret

Or create a memory I would never forget

Sweeter than speech is eloquent silence

Better than temper is forgiving action

The love and patience which my Lord does show

I really wish in me would grow

And tame my horrid beastly temper

Before it is something I cannot alter!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Driving instructions

Driving instructions

By May Kwek

I remember when we were driving around one day

And we found that we had lost our way

So we took out a map and decided to check

But found that map reading skills was something we lacked

You were better so I had to drive

And you would tell me to turn left or right

But not long after, we soon found

That you were holding the map upside down

With that settled the trouble began

And for awhile never seemed to end

For though you could read the map

Your instructions were worse than the map’s!

You would tell me to turn there

And I would have to ask where

In return you would use your finger to point

Or to jab me in a joint!

Then I would give you an affronted stare

Which you replied with an angry glare

After which you would say, “Turn there!”

And I would promptly reply, “Where?”

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Preparing to study for the Midyear exams

Preparing to study for the Midyear exams

By May Kwek

As the exams are drawing nearer

I feel the need to plan

Because I know that I must do

The very best that I can

But now that I have counted

The work on my desk

I feel that even studying

Might be a kind of test

There is so much to cover

And seemingly so little time

I will be glad when this is over

And I can appreciate the sunshine

But I must keep going

And learn as much as I can

Because at the end of the day

A student is what I am

And perhaps who knows?

If I really try

I might find that that pile of work

Will no longer seem so high

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

An unusual pencil case

An unusual pencil case

By May Kwek

If you saw me in school

You would have thought me dreadfully poor

Because my writing tools

Are in a ziplock bag I fear

Yes, that's right

A ziplock bag

Made of clear plastic

And as fat as a sack

But the truth is I'm not poor

And that the bag is fine

Although it is unconventional

The fact is it's mine!

The thing is I like it

Small, light and plain

With no added features

That threaten to make me vain

It is easy to carry around

Especially when you're in a rush

Because it just wraps around your pens

In a way that makes you gush 

But now as I look at its many holes

I feel that it is time to part

So farewell my quirky pencil box

I'll store my memories in my heart

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

The whispering wind

The whispering wind

By May Kwek

Listen to the whispering of the wind

Here on the earth and all within

Listen to it dancing through the trees

Dancing through the skies on a breeze

Can you hear it calling

As it whispers in your ear?

Can you hear it beckon

Willing you to come near?

To call you out to the great outdoors

Underneath the coral sky

To watch the summer birds take wing

To the clouds so high

To see the bright dawn

As it rises over the sea

To smile at the flowing river

As it ripples through the trees

So can you hear it?

The whispering of the wind

Can you hear it call your name?

Telling you to take wing?

I know I have heard it

I’ve heard it many times

Telling me to laugh and smile

And to know that all is fine

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Rainbow's gold

Rainbow's gold

By May Kwek

People often say

That a rainbow has gold

And for a long time curiosity

Has held on to my soul

Is there really gold?

Solid, hard and cold?

If so I must find it 

And with my own eyes behold it

And so I set out on this quest

To find a rainbow only the best!

And now I see a rainbow before me

Oh my it certainly is a beauty!

All the seven colours

Curved in a perfect arch

What a joy Noah must have had

To have seen this from the ark

But I must not dally

My goal is now before me

Rainbow's gold! Rainbow's gold!

Now my excitement I must control!

Eagerly I run up

To seize this treasure in my hands

But to my surprise

The rainbow vanished at the end!

"Where is it? Where is it?"

I pound hard at the dirt

"Where is it? Where is it?"

Now my hands really hurt!

But the truth is dawning on me

And the light I finally see

That many a wishful dream

Is simply that-A dream!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek