Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th

By May Kwek

It’s that day again

The worse day of the year

It seems so normal, so sane

But danger is lurking near

And I cannot see it

Nor can you I am sure

This time it just hovers around

Like a curse to endure

So be careful where you go

And watch where you walk

Mind your business carefully

And be cautious when you talk

And if misfortune should strike!

Alas! Your precautions were in vain

Knock on wood three times

Perhaps it won’t happen again

But even if it does

Oh, don’t be surprised

For it’s such a day

When you fear even the sunrise

For this is a cursed day indeed

So remember what you’ve seen

And be watchful always

It’s Friday, the 13th

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek

Flowers

Flowers

By May Kwek

Silky soft and in full bloom

The joys that chase away the gloom!

Bright with cheer and generous with smiles

That bring hope and rejoicing all the while

Yes flowers singing under the sky

Land-bound but their melodies fly!

As they seek to bless the day

And reach out to the bright sun’s rays

They are smiles personified

Radiant in the morning light

The earth drapes them on in delight

In a crown sweet and bright

And the world is filled with their scent

As under the gentle winds they’re bent

And they tell the world the secrets they know

And sing them in a whisper low

For hopes, dreams and life in songs

Wrapped in blooms are forever strong

Written are they in a heavenly art

That never touches the mind without touching the heart

So let them bloom and let them glow

And bring joy to every high and low

And in that instant of eternity before they go

They would have lightened many a soul

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek

For a season

For a season

By May Kwek

Once I saw a beautiful flower

Bright, sunny and sweet

And when I saw it I thanked God

That I was so fated to meet

A bloom of such beauty

Which brought laughter and joy

That shone despite adversity

That bloomed in defiance of toil

The days were bright together

Laughter and fun in the sun

And other blooms I gathered

And formed into one

It was a bright bouquet

Which bloomed best when it bloomed together

Meeting life and its adventures

For what I hoped was forever

Alas then that I was to discover

That it was fated not to be

These blooms flew away in the wind

Bringing smiles to others rather than me

And now I have to bid them farewell

As they fly somewhere I cannot see

And hope that at least wherever they roam

They will still be happy

The remaining dry leaves I hold in hand

To keep and remember the reason

That I thanked God for those flowers bloomed!

And I enjoyed them, for a season

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek

He took me

He took me

By May Kwek

I stood alone in the marketplace

As the others bustled about

Eager, like all new souls

To join the lively crowd

Some people came and I asked

If I could join them

They looked at me appraisingly

And said I was not worthy to be with them

So to the next group I offered

My love and my care

And they took it but left me

Once they’d had their share

Bereft I offered the next

My skills and knowledge too

They used it greedily

But then they left me too

And so alone I continued standing

Offering all I had

People came, they took what I gave

But left me with a ‘that’s too bad’

Then as the crowds thinned

I saw a different face

It was the Lord of Everything

He had come to the marketplace

I searched my full pockets

But in his sight they were empty

I hadn’t a single thing

I could offer with me

So I checked my appearance

But a hideous visage met my sight

A liar, a sinner, puffed up with pride

That was who I was under his truthful light

I bowed my head as he came near

So I wouldn’t have to see

The just anger and disgust in his eyes

At the sight of one like me

I heard him stop before me

And waited for him to turn away

After all, I had nothing to give

And that’s how everyone had acted that day

But then he held out his hand

And offered it to me

By some miracle, where others left

He decided to take me

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek

Holmes and Watson go camping

Holmes and Watson go camping

By May Kwek

Holmes and Watson went camping

And in a field they spent the night

Set up their tent, cooked by the fire

And then slept side by side

But then in the middle of the night

Holmes woke Watson with a jab to the side

“What do you see?” he asked as they looked at the sky

“The stars Holmes,” Watson replied

“And what does that tell you?” asked his friend

And Watson bowed his head

Knowing the clever Sherlock Holmes

It had to be something really great

“I see that we’re so small,” he replied

“So insignificant and tiny

And perhaps somewhere in the great universe

There are others just like me”

“On planets that could bear life

And trees that have good fruit

Now Holmes are you impressed?

Aren’t my thoughts good?”

Holmes shook his head slowly

Then sighed and shook his friend

"Watson you idiot!" he cried

"Someone has stolen our tent!"

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek

Evening’s Beginning

Evening’s Beginning

By May Kwek

Have you seen the evening's content?

As the light fades and falls

Things you knew morph their shape

Till you wonder if you knew them at all

A strange darkness descends

Upon the quietening of the air

And with the wind falls like leaves

The burdens of toil and care

And with its quiet comes the peace

Of the darkness of the night

Where what is far cannot be seen

Out of mind once out of sight

For as the sun fades to tomorrow

And the moon comes into view

The day and its troubles are over

But the night, my friends, is new

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Wayside flower

Wayside flower

By May Kwek

Oh little flower growing on the wayside

Dancing with petals ever so bright

How you shine in the day long sun

And sleep gently when the day is done

You never notice the crowd that passes you by

For your thoughts reach for heaven’s sky!

For it you dance, in it joy you’ve found

Although you may be earthly bound

Oh little wayside flower, gentle and meek

Yet striving in beauty that which you seek

Little you know the enduring joy

You bring to those who pass you in toil!

So grow on, wayside flower and seek no other view

Than the azure blue sky constant but always new

And in your dreams, bloom ever so bright

And bestow on the passers-by some of your light!

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek

Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  

- Luke 12:27, NKJV