Darned
Capsized like
a vessel
You poured
your “idioms”
My ears start
to prickle
Your darned
mad manners!
(written on January 4,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Happy 2011
HAPPY 2011
H-ave
A
P-eaceful
P-rosperous
Y-ear
I trust that 2011 is going to be a year to remember
That from January to December
You are going to be blessed
That all will turn out for the best
You will win every test
Fix all that is messed
Restore broken relations
Have more patience
When times become tough
They will be overcome by love
You will give no place to fear
And 2011 will be an awesome year
Gods very best to you and your family for 2011
Love
Henry & Madalene 31 January 2011
Hebry Brown 31 January 2011
poem by Henry Brown
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Forever Sleep
You drifted into that forever sleep
away from the harshness of this world.
You now abide where angels sing
in the comfort of our lord.
Friends you left behind miss you
and will only be reunited with you
when their time comes along.
You earned a rest
beyond the sunset of your days.
Those you left behind smile
as they recall the humour in you.
A trait that will be passed down
as long as there are ears to listen.
Rest now my friend you earned it,
let the blanket of love from our lord
surround you always in his kingdom
in your forever sleep.
23 January 2011
Author’s Note:
This poem was written as a tribute to a friend of forty years,
who passed away on January 10 2011.
poem by David Harris
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Solar
Your upside
Your windfall
Is a star-spangled
Conception
Flicker more
Sparkle forever
You defeat
My darkness
Vanishing my
Sightlessness
(written on September 3,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Rodent
My nocturnal enemy
Sneaking when
I am not awake
You hurt my skin
With your front teeth
Gnawing and eating me
Slowly to death
(Written on October 12 2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Pinnacle
Reaching—
The heights of you
Touching—
Your beautiful soul
Asking—
For more
I was born
To love you
And to love you
Even more
(written on September 1,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Celtic Ducks
Cross over
To opposite self
Plastic, fake, false
Leaving this
Truth of me
Unnatural, artificial
End of us
Hurting me
That’s the truth
(written on August 30,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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My main mission when I became Prime Minister, was to keep Singapore going and Singapore has been kept going. So, I'm happy with what I've done for Singapore.
quote by Goh Chok Tong
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swr Chasing Down Rainbows
bold Sir Walter Raleigh
new world explorer
chasing down rainbows
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in January 2011 on the 5.1.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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That Darn Old Cat-Where Be He At? ...
I privy this-I privy that...
To sense the where abouts of that darned old cat.
That darned old cat that bats at bugs in the window sill...
Lays all day and catches rays and plays.
The sun bathe's that darned old cat...
Does he really care of where he's at?
That darn old cat knows he's cute...
He'll one day be a star-That awesome brute.
I shake and dangle a string in front of his inattentive and
unflexing stupor's face....
He finally jumps and pounces as if with a timed clock he is paced
in a race.
That darned old cat...
Does he know of where he is or even where be at?
That darn old cat does not know where he be...
To him-Everything is handed on a golden platter.
Does to him does it really matter? ...
No matter, no matter how far in life he'll go.
For the unobservance of that darn old cat-
He'll never do or show, since he be so awesomely fat.
He is fat...
That darn old cat.
He does not know that he is not a dog...
But that he be a cat-That darn old cat.
poem by by unknown author
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The Vessel
The Vessel was a thing of clay.
the sort you use, then throw away.
It was worth little, of itself,
but that vessel was filled with Love.
It poured out Love upon the Living
Free and selfless was its giving.
When at last the clay was dry,
it was the vessels time to die.
It shattered on the sands of time,
now half a lifetime gone from mine.
The vessel was my Dad you see-
and by his gifts I was set free.
I wept the day he met his end-
will I ever see his like again?
God willing on a higher plane
I'll get to call again his name.,
but if my journey ends in dust,
he taught me how as all men must.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Picture Of Forgetfulness ~ Lyric Poetry
Paint me a picture of forgetfulness
Just as the cold January winds come calling
Thoughts and whispers
into and through my frozen mind
I want to forget this time.
This is a time to forget.
To forget the hardships of this Winter's depth
To forget the hard and frozen tundra
To think of Warmth that has not as of yet
Sent even a whiff of her in its blowing.
There has been a death.
A death of all that was so wonderful
In the beginning of the Spring
And all that was so fruitful
In the court of Autumn's King.
I desire a new painting.
A new painting of what is fresh and true
A painting of a Spring that will start anew
I want to hear Warmth's voice calling
I want my soul to be renewed.
(January 24,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Manners are of such great consequence to the novelist that any kind will do. Bad manners are better than no manners at all, and because we are losing our customary manners, we are probably overly conscious of them; this seems to be a condition that produces writers.
quote by Flannery O'Connor
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Last Poem Of 2010
2010 came n’ went
A year to remember
2011 we’ll reinvent
January to December
(Make 2011 a year of personal transformation)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Singapore I stay
Singapore is were i stay
I love singapore, its safe with no earthquakes!
An island full of people from different nations & tribes
Many food from different countries and ice-kachang too!
Its a place to stay to make you safe with singaporean food i love it too!
So come and join us in singapore! with many attractive places and good friends too!
poem by Iyakami Haroki
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Baby Let Me Hold You For The Last Time
This love lasts for you and me
But heaven took you away
From these arms of mine
It feels worthless, I come undone
Sorry for these tears
Oh my darling, I’m so alone
You’re far, far away from me
This distance cannot bind
Our longing, our shadows
I woke up and found none
Hard to understand this life
I ‘m so in love, but you’re gone
Tell me how you are
And I’ll tell you how
I missed the days we dance
All your smiles, your laughs
They slowly fade
Like a cloud in the sky
This bittersweet life
I am heartbreaking
If there is one thing I'll ask
Baby let me hold you
For the last time
(written on August 28,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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My Brightly Singapore
The deafening roars
Promising faces chanting ‘Singapore, Singapore, Singapore'
Was the acute scene
At the National Stadium where matches to be seen
Is to crown the soccer kingpin
Of South East Asia sovereign
Singapore has done it two times in a row
And three times ever since
A great success for a small nation though
Driving through Pan Island Expressway
Passing by the awesome Marina Bay
Where the bright sun shines on the skyway
Where the airliners flying pass all the way
Right to the world renowned Changi Airport
Crossing above world’s busiest seaport
From the sea
You could see
The brightly surprising skylines
Of Central Business District
Underneath is Mass Rapid Transit Line
Traveling below the Singapore riverbed is poetic
Emerging at Suntec City is ecstatic
Docking at the Esplanade twin ‘Durian’ domes is magnetic
Singapore, Singapore, Singapore
A little red dot on the map
A country you should explore
And learn all the craps
Of being the world’s best
Nanyang Technology
And National University
Are the world’s tops 20
Labor force and school’s education
Are the world’s supreme
Housing and transportation
Are the world’s tops of the cream
Government administration
And financial management
Are the world’s best institutions
Father of Singapore
Lee Kuan Yew
Is the world’s highly regarded
Who has transformed the city-state
Becomes a first world country
His achievements were embedded
No doubt he dictates
But the progress was uncontrary
He has led Singapore to his supremacy
And for BG Lee
The son of the former
You are the icing of the cake
Undisputed, you’re a performer
Keep on and makes
Singapore the proudest ever
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Byzantine Ghetto
Abject poverty
Roofless homes
Three-walled square
Partiality of bread
There is hunger
Half-filled glass
Filthy water
Rancid air
Black smokes
There is pollution
Naked children
Strapless baskets
Untimely deaths
Drought everywhere
There is scarcity
Restricted democrats
Cruel brotherhood
Selfish charity
Fabricated education
There is apathy
There is no cycle
There is no change
There is no beginning
There is no end
This wicked existence
(written on August 10,2011 Singapore)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Football Gladiators ~ Lyric Poetry
Gladiators of the numbered turf
Helmeted heads and padded limbs
22 soldiers on the field
No more, no less, at any time
All have stadiums they call their homes.
Swift of foot and quick of mind
A scoreboard keeps the points and time
Score points by one, two, three or six
By passes, runs, punts or kicks
Winning brings them glory.
Most mother's want their son's to play
When son's are born their father's start to say
Where and when their son will play
Parents eagerly await those cherished fall days
When Football is in season.
Upright goal posts at either end
Each team starts with their own direction
Weekly successes bring winning seasons
Sometimes the coaching can be the reason
The final scores tell the stories.
When January starts to draw near
The Championship games will soon be here
Fans are either elated or dismayed
To see if their teams get to play
and be this year's Gladiators in the Superbowl.
(January 23,2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Advice, like water, takes the form of the vessel which it is poured into.
Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
quote by Mark Twain
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