Poems for you

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Pirates

By May Kwek

One thing I can not understand

Is why pirates are so admired

After all they are but men

Who perhaps of life are tired

Perhaps it is the dream

Of living wild and free

Servant to no man

Only to God and Sea

Or maybe it is the adventures

With stories and sword fights

Of gold, silver and jewels

That shine like stars at night

But then if this is true

I find it rather sad

Because a pirate is but a fancy thief

With a parrot and hat

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Seasick

By May Kwek

You know that I love the sea

And on it I ought to be happy

But sadly I find that this is not to be

For sea sickness has stricken me

I remember being on the Pacific

On a bright blue day

Going out to see the whales

And following them all the way

At first I was excited

As excited as a child

But throughout the four hours

I was sea sick all the while

To see the waves rise

And watch another ship disappear

To feel the ship rocking

As though balancing on a sphere

To stare at the far off shore

And will it to come closer

To say I can stand no more

And that the trip is hard labour

No words can truly describe

How awfully bad I felt

But I now know I won’t get on a boat

Unless it can’t be helped

Monday, April 16, 2012

Sleeping in a Lecture

By May Kwek

No matter how hard I seem to try

The lecturer's voice is like a lullaby

Gently lulling me to sleep

Into dreamland dark and deep

It is awfully hard to resist

The lecture hall's sleepy mist

I really fight! I really try!

But the next moment I'm in the sky

And so in dreams I continue to be

Where a moments feels like an eternity

Until a voice awakens me

From my dreams on the sea

"Will someone wake up that girl up there?"

And everyone turns around to stare

"I am sorry is all I can say

Before trying to stay awake the rest of the day

Sunday, April 15, 2012

My way to cheer up

By May Kwek

My solution to an upset mind

Is very simple as you will find

First you take up some time

And add the happiest book you can find

Now you must read it to the end

Yes, yes, read on my friend!

Let your mind be absorbed in the story

And never think about what made you sorry

Use the book or whatever you will

To warm your heart from the chill

Use it to move on, to forget

And not let troubles catch you in their nets

Then the next time you want to sigh

Use the memories to distract your mind

And you will find that you brighten up in some way

Though perhaps not all the way

A Schooling of Fear

By May Kwek

Fear! Fear! An aura of fear!

Simply because an exam is here

Be afraid you will fail your test!

Be afraid that you won't be the best!

Such is the message drilled in our hearts

A follower of fear lest it breaks us apart

Weren't we supposed to be using our heads?

Why is education a competition instead?

Tuition classes, enrichment and all!

Even for children as young as four!

All because of this terrible fear

We'll do anything for first to be near

We will study all day and night

Following your passion is just not right

No, we must study every day

And we won't let anything get in our way!

Fear! Fear! Can you hear?

Your death knell is sounding, it is quite near

Because I refuse to be a follower of your way

Now get lost! You shall not stay!

The Secret Garden

By May Kwek

Hidden away so no one can see

Is a place wild and free

Where the grasses grow everywhere

And the sun shines without a care

Where the Spring bursts out with a leap

There no man can find reason to weep

Where the summer is flowers in full bloom

And night is the beauty of the stars and moon

In there the waters are always clear

And in the wind God seems ever so near

Where the bright blue skies brings laughter to the eyes

And no one shall any reason to sigh

There the ivy creeps on the walls

And the mighty trees stand proud and tall

Where an invalid boy in the face of laughter

Can stand up and say, "I will get better!"

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Hope's song

Hope’s song

By May Kwek

One day as I was moaning

About the troubles in my life

I heard a bird singing

That everything would be fine

It sang so wonderfully

That I almost believed

But part of me still asked

How could this be?

But the song still sang

And put hope in the air

The silver lining it told me

Must surely be there

To believe in the future

So that I could have today

To believe that the past is over

That it has gone away

I am still learning

But believe I eventually will

And when I look beside me

I see the singing bird still

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