Why Christmas

Hey everyone, I am back! A'levels are over and I can write again. So here's a Christmas poem for you all. Merry Christmas everyone! And a Happy New Year!

Why Christmas

By May Kwek

You and I weren’t there

On that first Christmas night

We heard no song, no baby’s cry

Didn’t even see the star’s light

Yet we celebrate Christmas

So many years later

About two thousand years

If I correctly remember

Why? We may well ask

It was so long ago

Why celebrate something

And celebrate so much so?

“Presents”

The youngest of us would say

And Santa Claus and Rudolph

In their merry sled

“Family”

The more elder of us would reply

To meet again with our loved ones

To chat beyond more than “Hi”

“Food”

I can almost hear

My more mischievous friends saying

Then secretly shaking their heads saying it’s fattening

But why? Truly why?

Christmas was always so much more

Presents, food and family

That can’t be all

I think it is the same reason

The angels sang that night

And three kings came visiting

Following the star light

It was because unseen by most

Asleep in the hay

God made into man

Our saviour lay

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Copyright © 2013 by May Kwek

I'm not writing for a while

I'm not writing for a while

By May Kwek

I haven’t been able

To write poems for a while

But happily for now this ability

Has returned as you see now

You see my major exams are approaching

Like death knells they beat ever near

Stress, tiredness and even boredom courses through me

And at the centre is, I am afraid, fear

So I am sorry everyone

But I haven’t the time to write

Even when I do the stress

Blocks out my muse’s light

But I shall continue again

When all this is over and done

Assuming that I am alive, above ground

And still smiling at the sun

So I am afraid that you must be patient

And give me the time to learn my lessons

Before I return with renewed vigour

To write words forever and ever!

Wish me luck everyone! And see you again come December!

Copyright © 2013 by May Kwek

'A' levels

‘A’ levels

By May Kwek 

How should I describe

This awful, terrible beast?

It is like a shadow ever lurking

Unwilling to cease

The brightest sun can’t clear its darkness

And at night it even glows bright

A haunting glow

That gives me nightmares at night

Forever there is this anxiety

And the school, bah they don’t help!

No they hound me with “you must work harder”

I almost want to say ‘go to hell’

Yet even in hell I am sure there is no escape

The stress follows wherever I go

Why must so much depend on one test?

I really wish to know

My future, my life

So much is at stake

Two years for something so important

What joke are they trying to make?

And the fear! The fear!

In the core of our hearts

Chasing us to work harder

Till we fall apart!

Enough! Enough!

Oh God for a rest!

From the endless demands

The exams and the tests

But since we can’t I’m afraid

We must carry on

I can’t wait till this is over

And the pressure is all gone!

Copyright © 2013 by May Kwek

Remember how they lived

Remember how they lived

By May Kwek

It is hard to see someone go

Someone you love very much

Their laugh their smile

Their gentle touch

The memories hurt

But these we keep

Although these thoughts

Make us weep

For death is but a moment

Life is forever

So hold the memories close

Like a precious treasure

Remember how they lived

Not how they died

Remember every courage

 Remember every brave fight

For the life is what they lived

The death was but a door

Which they entered

So we could see them no more

But they are with us still

In the memories of our hearts

A bond still alive

Which nothing can tear apart

So yes they are gone

But yet still alive

So remember how they lived

And not that they died

Copyright © 2013 by May Kwek

Why don’t you buy another one?

Why don’t you buy another one?

By May Kwek

I went to the bookshop one day

Because I needed a notebook anyway

So I picked one that I want

And after paying I would be done

But the lady shop keeper began to speak

Like a wise old lady with a lesson to teach

“We don’t get this often,” she slowly said

“Why don’t you buy two instead?”

I only needed one so I declined

And put the incident from my mind

Until I needed a notebook again

And the whole scenario began again

“This is an oddly shaped book,” she said

“And isn’t often found”

“Since you are already buying,

Why not buy two this time round?”

Again I said no and went on my way

Puzzling about it for the rest of the day

But then other things soon filled my mind

And I decided to think about it another time

Then today I needed another book

And so bought a bright pretty blue one

I waited and sure enough she said,

“This colour isn’t common. Why don’t you buy another one?”

No thank you, I think my notebook buying spree is done

Copyright © 2013 by May Kwek

The raindrop’s quick adventure

The raindrop’s quick adventure

By May Kwek

Gentle rains fall on the window

Drumming like the footsteps of little children

Many many little children

Each too small to see or touch

They are the rain’s children

The little raindrops

And every storm they fall to the earth

From the heavens they drop

Some hit my window

And smile before running away

Some fall on the plants

And gently roll away

From there they hide in the dirt

And seek out the roots hidden there

Then they knock three times to enter

The plant’s secret lair

It is a labyrinth inside

Full of tunnels and tubes

The raindrops explore till oops!

They go up the water tube

At marvellously quick speeds they travel up to the leaves

And find it full of holes like a sieve

The sun draws them out from there

And they fly up to the air

Where they will form clouds and wait

Till the rain storms gather again

Then they will fall once more

Anxious to see more than they did before

Copyright © 2013 by May Kwek