Saturday, June 30, 2012

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

Saturday, June 23, 2012

My 100th poem


My 100th 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

I have talked about birds
And their beautiful songs
And I have talked about people

I have written about the stars
Dancing in the night
In the dark of the night

I have spoken about the clouds
I have written of hope

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

Friday, June 15, 2012

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

Sunday, June 10, 2012

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

Thursday, June 7, 2012

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!"  

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

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

Sunday, June 3, 2012

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

Friday, June 1, 2012

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