Wishing to see

Wishing to see

By May Kwek

There are things I have hardly seen

And most definitely have never been

But I really wish I would someday

If fate would put the chance my way

Such as the mountains

Majestic and tall

Against which even giants

Feel helpless and small

Or deep canyons and valleys

And shimmering waterfalls

I have perhaps seen a few

But I would like to see more

Maybe the wonders of space

In the dark night sky

And constellations I could trace

With just the gaze of my eyes

There so many things I wish to see

But I haven’t seen them yet

But until I do I will remember

That I want to and won’t forget

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

My 100th poem

My 100^th poem

By May Kwek

Yes I have reached a hundred

And I have many more to go

But more can I write?

I really do not know

I have written about butterflies

And the deep blue sea

I have written of forests

And the wind in the trees

I have talked about birds

And their beautiful songs

And I have talked about people

Who talk a day long

I have written about the stars

Dancing in the night

And the humming of the city

In the dark of the night

I have spoken about the clouds

And rainbow’s “gold”

I have written of hope

And temper control

I have written so many things

What else should I write?

Perhaps I will find more inspiration

In the wind and tide

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Writing for a competition

Writing for a competition

By May Kwek

I don’t like competitions

They hinder my words

And when I exceed the limit

Cutting back rather hurts

I don’t care for the prizes

I don’t care for the fame

Known today not tomorrow

So everything’s the same

But it does give me the chance

To write something different

And get funny ideas

And to stop and listen

So I guess I should thank them

In some small way

For broadening my horizons

In a very odd way

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Sounds of the night

Sounds of the night

By May Kwek

In the city day or night

There’ll always be sounds and bright lights

Because a city never sleeps

Except in darkness true and deep

On the roads a car horns

And trains run from night till morn

Occasionally you even hear a bird

Woken up by some dreadful hurt

Or there is the buzz of moving traffic

Which is never quietly static

Or maybe even a jet plane

Flying through the sky lanes

Perhaps the arguments of a couple

Upstairs causing a lot of trouble

Or downstairs where a stray cat

Has gotten a dog barking mad

No the sounds of the night

Are not crickets, frogs and the like

But the sounds of a city still alive

And buzzing like a noisy hive

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

My Sister’s puppy

My Sister’s puppy

By May Kwek

My sister’s puppy is very odd

Is does not talk, it does not walk

Instead it stares at her all day

And occasionally gets in her way

It makes no sound, it does not bark

It cares not for a singing lark

It does not care to chase a cat

And pays no attention to stick or bat

It does not eat, it does not drink

It wears a necktie like a ring

And is so unbelievably small

That it is of no consequence at all!

I have wanted to take it to the vet

But it is my sister’s and not my pet

Besides she finds it unbelievably strange

That I would bring her toy dog to the doctor’s lane

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Quotes

Quotes

By May Kwek

Quotes! How I adore them

The interesting words said by men

Some are funny, others witty

And some are absolutely silly

Others talk a lot of sense

About life and our friends

Others are words of advice

Telling us not to fall into vice

Surely they are as varied

As the talk we speak everyday

Yet there’s something about them

That makes them different in some way

Some seem poetic

 In a wistful dreamy way

Others plain and simple

And meant to be that way

But I love the funny ones best

Especially if they are true

Like Niels Bohr telling Einstein

“Don’t tell God what to do!”*

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

*In reply to Einstein's famous remark, "God does not play dice," Niels Bohr apparently told him, "Einstein! Stop telling God what to do!"  

The best canvas

The best canvas

By May Kwek

I have never seen a canvas

As beautiful as the sky

With colours like a song

Among the clouds so high

At dawn and dusk it’s a rainbow

A mix of red, gold and green

With a special glow which makes it

Far too grand for a queen

At other times it’s blue

Like the ocean so deep

Sometimes it’s covered with clouds

Who are gathering to weep

At such times the skies are filled

With a powerful stormy grey

Blocking out the sun

And the blue ever so gay

I have never known a canvas

Which could elicit such emotions

Of happiness, content and fear

While changing its colourations

So don’t you think

That the sky is a marvellous thing?

Changing from red to blue to grey

In the time it takes to wink?

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

It’s hard

It’s hard

By May Kwek

It is hard to do what I must do

Through experience I know this is true

But I will do it anyway

Throughout every night and day

I find that my passion is lacking

And that my faith needs more backing

In order to do what I dislike

And yet I know that it is right

No one said it would be easy

But I would do it anyway

Because I know that all this work

In the end must pay

Even if I can’t see the end

I know it is there

Even if I cannot tell

I just know that God cares

I know this must have a purpose

Though I can’t see it yet

I know there is a reason

Low spirits have me in their net

It is hard to do what I must

And not do what I want

But I will come through the dark

And bask in the sun

It is not the end

Though doubt has hit me

At the end of the tunnel

A light I still see

It is hard I must admit

But to defeat I will not submit

Low spirits or not I will carry on

Until I see the rising dawn

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

To be a Tiger

To be a Tiger

By May Kwek

I cannot help but think

That I would be a pretty good tiger

Because I like the solitary

And I also like fire

Don’t you think then

That a flaming coat would be nice?

With days in the forest deep

And streams as cool as ice?

To laze around and sleep all day

And continue to do so at night

To hunt when I am hungry

And win every fight?

But then there is a problem

A very grave one indeed

For a hunter would kill me

If his sound I do not heed

But then again I still think it’s nice

To live life wild and free

Away from all these burdens

And society’s contraries

So yes I would like to be a tiger

And hide in the forest all day

And at night to use the moon

 To guide my lonely way

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek