Trying to forget

 Trying to forget

By May Kwek

The exam’s tomorrow

And as usual I am nervous to bits

I fidget, I moan, I try to forget

And finally I find a way to relax

Listening to music

Watching a movie or two

Writing my stories

Reading about God knows who

Doing a crossword

Writing a poem

Solving a puzzle

Pretending to be solemn

I do all these things and more

And though I said it is to relax

I can’t help but wonder

If I am trying to forget

Forget! Forget! Why think of it now?

Will it solve my why and my how?

Forget! Forget! I will think of it not

No I won’t it is forgot!

I will not think of it

I will listen to music now

I will forget

The time’s not right now

So yes it seems

I am trying to forget

Oh let it work!

The hours I will not regret!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Will You Trust Me?

Will You Trust Me?

By May Kwek

Sometimes life makes me want to shout

Everything becomes clouded in a fog of doubt

I cry out and say I want out

And turn and ask God what’s all this about

“Am I wrong?” he would demand

“To put you in such a place?

Can you question me?

Who created all in the first place?”

I know I cannot answer

Job said the same long ago

Yet looking all around me

I wonder why this is so

Then a quiet voice

In a gentler tone

Asks “Do you trust me?”

“Is it you can’t or you won’t?”

I looked up but can’t reply

I am afraid of what I’ll say

But I needn’t have answered

He continued anyway

“I am the Alpha and the Omega

The beginning and the end

All things were created through me

And you are in my hands”

“The Sun rises at my bidding

But it is you that I love

So don’t be afraid in the darkness

Be secure in my love”

“I try!” I cry

“But it is harder than you say

The road stretches out before me

And I do not know the way”

Then there was a silence

An awful long one still

And he suddenly spoke

As my spirit began to wilt

“The question is my child” he said

“What will you be?

Continue to be tortured by yourself

Or will you trust me?”

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Dawn’s song

Dawn’s song

By May Kwek

Moon guardian I take your place

The morning approaches

It is time for me to sing my song

As the time marches

Night, night, hear my name

You know what to do, every day’s the same

Depart and with you take the stars

Quickly! The time passes fast!

Now gentle clouds with sunset blooms

Be quickly spun from heavenly looms

Dance across the fiery sky

Behind which sleeping stars lie!

Quiet ocean wake from your sleep

And let dolphins from your surface leap!

Let quick fishes in your waters dart

And feel the ocean’s beating heart

Quiet wind it is time to dance

Faster than a thrusting lance

Wake the flowers of the fields and the birds in the trees

Rise quickly morning breeze!

Now to wake the very last one

Turn Earth! Turn! To the rising sun!

Let the world hear dawn sing!

And jointly welcome the morning!

There now my song is done

I give my place to the sun

And while I slumber let my song linger on

And fill the souls with the peace of morn

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Do not worry

Do not worry

By May Kwek

That which time has yet to show

Had best be left well alone

Because when it is time to know

Only then would it be known

The little seed does not dream

Of what tomorrow’s rain might bring

It simply waits it does not think

It just hopes for the coming spring

A happy fish in the ocean

Lives only in the now

And because it does not worry

Until the end it can smile

The birds soaring in the sky

Know not where they might fly

Nor what will allow them to feed

But God always fulfil their needs

As he said we are worth more than sparrows

As he has told me many a time

So trust in him and do not worry

For everything will be fine

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Happy Teacher’s Day

Happy Teacher’s Day

By May Kwek

I have had many teachers

But this poem is only about one

Someone very special

The best teacher I could want!

She was always there when I was down

And ready to cheer me up

And when in work I was threatened to drown

She gave me extra help

She never put herself first

At least not during lesson time

And when we were silly

She said she didn’t mind

She believed in me and helped me be

What I am today

So dear teacher I would just like to say

Happy Teacher’s Day!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Morning Light

Morning Light

By May Kwek

Oh the gentle morning light

Shine on this world and make it bright!

Oh let dawn with its gentle blush

Light up the world in a quick rush!

Let the colours red and gold

Colour the summer flowers

Let the cool ocean blue

Light the sea’s ivory towers

Let the green colour the fields

And the white colour the day

Let the dawn colour all life

Wherever it is they lay!

Oh let the morning light shine

Each and every day!

Let its colours freshness and dew

Last throughout the day!

The cool morning breeze

The gentleness of first light

The whispers of the tree

And birds at first flight

Let the morning last, let the morning last

Through the afternoon and into the night

Until the blush of dawn

Again signals first light!

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek

Fighting lions

Fighting lions

By May Kwek

I once knew a man

Who everywhere he went

Had beside him a lion

Who was not his friend

When he wanted to do something

The lion would stop him

And when he tried to run

It would always chase him

He grew very tired

Of being thus ordered around

But no easy respite

In his world could be found

It was either being ordered

Or standing up to fight

Because the lion

Was actually his fright

His fear made true

And given flesh and blood

It always carried through

And put my friend in the mud

But one day my friend could take it no more

And frightened though he was

He stood up and fought the lion

And taught him that he was the law

The fight was long and hard

And he often wanted to run

But yet to give up and fear again

Was simply a can’t

Then amazingly he won

And the lion was very still

Then oddly enough grew smaller

But only a little still

Yet every time they fought

My friend found it easier

And every time he won

The lion grew still smaller

Till one day after another fight

The lion lost once more

And he shrunk until

He could be seen no more

And now my friend is quite free

To do as he likes

For fear no longer rules him

And neither does his fright

Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek