orientalkoru Poetry (81)

I haven't really ignored your request, I just forget to click. I could most likely beat you if I did. I play a lot everyday but I find more pleasure playing in the kitchen with pots and pans, measuring cups, herbs and spices with a bite!

Or in the garden playing with plants, seeds or even weeds! Digging, planting, watching, waiting for them to flower and bear fruit,...picking them with joy; this gives me lots of pleasure..even if I end up giving them away.

Otherwise I play with the dog... pretend chasing him or being chased, telling him I hate it when he drools in front of me enjoying my afternoon tea:-) To feel the grass and the ray of sunshine touch my skin is most effective,cheap therapy.

The only game I do I don't really like doing is called "ironing". Who wants a horse that doesn't move and makes you suffer with heat like you're being cooked? Never liked it even as a child but I do it because hey...cotton feels nice but feels much nicer when it's ironed right!.

I could be newish or a relic
I could be lost but
I hope I am not just yet
In Queensland's missing list.
One thing for sure
No one will miss me
Once written off
because today
I just realised what I am.
I am a Furniture
Here to stay
From dusk to dawn
Yes, just an ordinary
Ruggedly old furniture...
Without feelings,
without thoughts... Or
Maybe I do
Have feelings
Who knows?
But maybe
Them that own me
Don't think
Much of me
I was acquired
To serve
A specific purpose
To carry heavy loads
Nurture naked torsos
Absorbent for sweaty arms
A catchment area for
Stale spits or drools
No matter the weather or time
A buffer to glaring, blaring
Screens and tubes
As my beloved
Awesome masters
Sleep on me and snore
I hug them bodies to
Keep 'em snug and warm
Cushion their smelly bums
The female burps on me
The male farts on me
While the dog whips me
With chunky stinky tail
Like little and big trumps,
They're spread all over me
I can't wriggle I can't dance
I must remember, remain calm
Let my brain and body freeze
Aww, again I just forgot
Ain't got a brain,
Just a body shaped
By stress and time
A sunken heart,
Weathered and scratched
Limbs and other extremities
Now swollen and inflamed
Still my lips I must keep zipped
My only option?
Oblige or please
My masters' wishes who think
It's okay to just presume
I'm dumbed and deaf, inanimate
I'm just a blimmin' furniture
No heart, no ego to restore
No brain or grey matter at all
just goo, just goo, goo, goo
I'm just a blimmin' furniture...
Not meant to have feelings after all!
Not meant to be counted at all!

Red is the colour I see when I'm cross and angry
My voice stentorian, like a foghorn that shrills
I could swallow your floor and even more!

Black is the colour I see in the darkness of night
When it's still outside and the silence is loud
I'd feel much safer if I had you by my side

Grey is the colour I see when the day is miserable
When the sun is hidden and it's cold and bitter outside
My world could flip from vibrant to sodden and dull

Green is the colour I see when you're full of envy
You're eyes from their sockets bulge out
And your mouth rumbles like thunder, then froths

But green, lush green too is the colour I see of a verdant meadow
Where the grass blades slice through the purest of air
Freshening the world at morn in dew form

Blue is the colour I see when I survey the sky
When at daytime it's cloudless, I see as far and wide
There in horizon the sky meets the ocean seamlessly.

Yellow is the colour I see of someone else's wife
When her trust is broken and she gets no support
To rebuild and renew the trust she once knew

Orange is the colour I see on a late summer's noon
Where the heat of the day makes the flowers bloom
And their beauty leaps from every pot of terracota

Purple is the colour I see when I read about Royalty
Of palaces and castles, of kings and queens
Of princes and princesses, of lowly commoners

Pink is the colour I see when two hearts unite as one
A phone call, a note, a bunch of flowers or a card
And nothing beats the look of love and treatment right!

Brown is the colour I see in a muddled mind
Neutral is not negative but neither is positive
It's like sitting on a fence, safe but are you living?

White is the colour I see at the rainbow above me
The pots of gold may glow brighter if you're that lucky
But the presence of all colours, is what so far I've seen!

My day is filled with thoughts of you
The longing that burns deep within
My heart, my whole being too, just for you
The passion that's built up, can't contain
To love you, touch you, your voice to listen to
The joy in my heart waiting, always multiplied by
Tender moments shared, garnished with tender love

Should I write, will you find time to read
Should I talk, will you listen and take my lead
Should I cry, will you gently wipe my tears
Should I be scared, will you know my fears
Should I be silent, will you read my mind
Should I demand, will you say no or go find
Should I change, will you wonder why
Should I sigh, will you feel weighed down
Should I? Or shouldn't I? Please tell me dear!

We've walked the walk and talked the talk
All avenues tried; hear me, I'm reaching out
To you, love of my life, my one and all
My love for you I long to keep burning bright
Is this a longing you too share in your heart?
Hear me that safely I may settle before
My longings get blown away by the fierce,
Relentless storm bringing havoc within!

**gtp2013**

Below is #2 of the "16 Ways I Blew My Marriage" written by the author of the blog Single Dad Laughing. Though written by a man twice divorced, it applies to women as well. So ladies and gentlemen of Poet Corner if you haven't come across it yet, do check the rest of the 16 .. .it's actually a list of 31 Ways to screw your Marriage. Take the time to read then tell me if it is not worth your time. So here is number 2:

2. DON’T STOP TRYING TO BE ATTRACTIVE.
Obviously when I was working to woo her, I would do myself up as attractively as I possibly could every time I saw her. I kept perfectly groomed. I always smelled good. I held in my farts
until she wasn’t around. For some reason, marriage made me feel like I could stop doing all that. I would get all properly groomed, smelling good, and dressed up any time we went out somewhere or I went out by myself, but I rarely, if ever, cared about making myself attractive just for her.

IF I COULD HAVE A DO-OVER: I’d try and put my best foot forward throughout our entire marriage. I’d wait to fart until I was in the bathroom whenever possible. I’d make myself desirable so that she would desire me.

BONUS! when you trim your man hair, guess what.
She returns the favor.

I wrote this late last year and rather than write another, I thought I will re-post / edit it. For my people back home...


In The Wake of Typhoon Bopha
(c)gtp2012

Beaten and battered once more,
Last year by typhoon Bopha
And now furious Yolanda
Each year nineteen or so of these
Are headed to my Philippines
About six to nine of them
Make landfall, bringing havoc
In the heart of my paradise
Causing floods, taking lives!

Seven thousand one hundred and seven
Glistening and diverse islands
Each with her own unique beauty
Separated by waters
Food, dialects and ways
Within us beats one heart
Pusong Pinoy, no matter where!
Mother Nature's wrath unleashed
Through Yolanda's force and speed!

The greediness of a few
Has depleted her resources
With money in their hearts
Senses numbed, eyes blinded
Massive landslides, mudslides
Flooded homes awashed
Love ones all a-perished!
How many more have to go?

Yet you my people will take this
On your chin, with a grin
never complaining, never grumbling
Resilient to the core you will,
With a smile on your faces wear
As families a new life forge!



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The walls are getting higher
The light dimmer, darker
Efforts to reach out, quashed
Your thirst remains, unquenched
Your screams and wails now muffled!

Sunken into a timid sea of despair
Allowed yourself to turn into a slave
To the fear of a cold existence
Lacking in affection, dried up, bare
Killing what's left of sanity and self-esteem

You who once walked the world bravely
Over many chasms of narrow planks
Without fear, insecurity nor regrets
Confident in venturing off your comfort zone
With the love and faith of love ones, buoyed

Self-confidence, self-worth and even faith
They come in not one but innumerable forms
Degree of affection you perceive to receive
Creates in you a feeling of trust or fear
Ain't action speaks louder than voice?

Once lavished, affection poured..
A touch, a look, a voice tinged in none but love
A prince or a princess; you're wanted, worthy, loved!
The very bubble that you thought would last
The very forces that gave Zest in your life!

But when affection gradually is recoiled
When the heat turns into bitter cold
And merry voices flipped sided with eerie silence
Your desperate pleas falling constantly on deaf ears...
Fobbed off, ...what's left there is to hold on?


gtp2013

Vivid vermilion, bursting with warmth and life
Lining length of streets where we live
A beautiful sight I can't help but seek
Each and every time I'm out on the streets

Harbinger of warmer months to come
Slightly dryer soil gives more buds to bloom
Hollering jungle's rhythm, her majesty's here
Announcing the coming of each brand new year

Shapely limbs that reaches far and wide
Offering respite from heat morn'n 'til eventide
Pregnant with heavy buds and dense green foliage
Soon to carpet every inch of ground in the yard


From striking flow'rs,feathery leaves to shapely pods
Flaccid green when young soon age to woody dark brown
On sturdy branches suspended, looking flamboyant
Promising a display of colours most bright and grand

Covered in corymbs, your beautiful limbs
Spotted in yellow and white, such a dream
Swaying merrily with a gentle wind, happiness gleams
In every Royal Poinciana tree I've seen!

A Very Merry Christmas!

I'm parking my pen away again for a while...
pretty soon...for sanity's sake
I just want to extend my warmest greetings
to every poet in PCland a very Happy Holidays
and a most blessed New Year! May the love
and guidance from the Lord abide with you
during the merry season, may the joys that
comes with it fill your days, may you
be blessed by the company of love ones, family,
friends and strangers. May the true meaning of
this season reign in our minds and hearts that
we may become a true vessel of love
and kindness to others.

The New Zealand Christmas Tree

To find a place where my heart is held lovingly, protectively
Where in my success or failure I'm made to feel I belong

To find a place where my thoughts are considered gracefully
Whether right or wrong I remain the lyrics of your song

To find a place where my soul is lifted up freely, daily
Where in good times and bad times, I'm loved all along!

To find a place where my colour, lack of talents or possessions
Ain't the basis you measure my worth as a person.

To find a place empty of secrets, hidden personal agendas
Where transparency resides to foster faith and trust

To find a place where there is neither You nor I
Where Two become One and Us is in our minds

To find a place devoid of restrictive physical boundaries
Not Queensland or Auckland or anywhere else in the world

To find such a place is to dwell within the confines
Of a most loving heart. Home is not here or there!

Only in your heart my love, I feel most at home!

R - Roaring waves hit the rocks

A - Amazing surfers we watched as they ride

G - Gliding swiftly over giant white caps

L - Lifting themselves up to create a splash

A - Above a perfect surf they entertained us

N - NZ's number one surfing spot captivated our hearts

On Kevlar lines, a whole life suspended
Buckled into harness now
Feeling almost comfortable
Gliders inflate... shooting up into the sky
Like a kite without ties
Catching thermal pockets riding high
Like a bird, soaring upwards
Above awesome coastal ridges
Spectacular sceneries down below
Peaceful and serene
Enjoyed only by a few!

To Paul Walker and Tata Mandela

I am not good at goodbyes
Nor giving answers to many whys
But at times one has to face life
A child, a husband or even a wife
Most lives influenced by a few shining stars
Some are shooting stars, they shine so bright
And then in a flash they are out of sight

Keeping my child in the right narrow path
When all he's owned and known he had to depart
A tender age I expected to not be able to relate
With my thoughts and dreams unfulfilled, too late
A tender mind I expected to fail to see or understand
Emotional battering his mother had to for years withstand
To keep it all in his young heart; to grasp I simple failed

The boy who had the most to the boy with the least amongst friends
Frequent Overseas trips turned to just having fish and chips
Parties and shopping galore to none at all
From having all the space to dimly lit two bedroom place
From branded stores to shopping at the salvation Army's store
I expected hatred, anger from him for taking away his toys
But not one single word of complaint I heard from my boy

Seven years of not having much at all
As I and my boy struggled to keep standing tall
There were moments himself locked in his little world
My concerns, my fears I should watch him I was told
Thursday evenings, TV dinners and Paul Walker's films
Bonding, laughing, cheering like we've no problems we'd sing
Together as my boy shares his thoughts, his true nature rings

His passion for speed and cars at first got him a job
One he preferred doing so he ditched his modelling job
But after a year I am glad his passion now toned down
Still each time "Fast and Furious" is on the big screen
Mother and child came together as if it was Christmas
In his eyes Paul Walker like the star he was shines bright
I'm just grateful he was there for my boy to look at!



NB I had to cut the poem into two parts as I have gone over the word limit...
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