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

The Rose's Thorns

The Rose's Thorn

By May Kwek

If I could pick a flower

of which I could praise

I would pick a rose

but not for beauty I say

But for its stems

hard and strong

so far from a lily's

willowy form

And for its thorns

which are so hard to touch

red from many

careless grasp

Anyone can see beauty 

in the form of a rose

but often for its flower

and its sunshine glow

But not for its stems

and nor for its thorns

these we detest

with disdainful scorn 

How easily we forget

the importance of these!

And care only for its beauty 

the flower beyond reach

For the stems and the thorns

though treated with unfair scorn

protects this lovely flower

so that it lasts long

So don't praise the rose for beauty

for that does not last long

but for its strength through adversity

which would help it carry on

Copyright © 2011 by May Kwek