Breathless
When you whisper my name
Gently into my ear,
You set my heart aflame
Leaving me breathless, my dear.You are a good friend,
How I long to be more.
For you are truly godsend,
Mon cherie amour.
Rain is cool
I think the rain is cool,
It’s a sign of abundance,
Representing love so true,
And so, I’m gonna enjoy these moments.
Blame it on the weather
I was having lunch and it started drizzling, and soon poured. I was bored and started posting on facebook and this was the result. I’ve modified and added some parts to it.
The weather is still fickle,
Unsure if it should shine,
Or should it trickle?
I’ll have another pint!Have a tankard, my man!
They are giving us discount!
Coz’ we are Melvin and Stan!
No, we are not on Broke Back Mount!Now the weather is a whore!
Lying besides the might Thor,
Triggering heavy downpour,
It seems to wanna start a war!Gather up your umbrellas!
Show them whose da’ boss!
Watch out for the hydras!
Bah, that’s pretty weak sauce!
Losers are red
Here’s a twisted love poem that just came to my mind, just for the fun of it 
Losers are red
Violence is blue
Revenge maybe sweet
But the winner is dead.
More moolah
Hola!
My dear Dora.
How I wish we were at Bora Bora,
Sitting on the lazy sofa
Slurping soba,
Sipping ice cool cola.
After that, we could do a little cha-cha
Or would you prefer rumba?How about Russia?
Or the Arctic tundra?
Costa Rica? Cuba? Burma?Err…wait a minute…I think I’m out of moolah…
Feeling of Missing
Night my little lambikin.
Yearning from within.
Loneliness slowly creeping…
Into my heart, notwithstanding.
Ricocheting
Amongst bottles of gin
Missing your grin
Not quite an ambigram visually, perhaps make more sense if read from the bottom-up?
The Crossing
Is it time to cross yet?
Or should I wait a little longer?
It’s never a good time, I bet.
It’s easier to just linger.As I watch myself fades
To a ghastly shadow
My former spirit dissipates
Into an eerie glow.Though the other side seems far-flung
It is actually just an earshot
The night is still young
However, the day is not.So I look left and right
And make my next step.
There is no need to be uptight
If one happens to misstep.I guess?
Happy Spaghetti
I took my first nibble,
My worry instantly displaced
By this sunny yellow noodle
In bright red tomato paste.
Essential Pleasures
Soft droning voice from the library centralized air-conditioning unit sounded like a lullaby that was so familiar once upon a time. It was especially hard trying to keep awake as I just had my lunch.
I was reading a book titled “Essential Pleasures” which is essentially a collection of poems compiled by Robert Pinsky. In it, he talked about how the combination of words in poetry sounded either in actual or imagined voice. I’ve only read one-fifth of the book, and it is quite an interesting read as it analyzes poems from different authors, how the makeup of the words and structure stimulate the auditory sense. I do find some of the poems quite difficult to understand, as the words used are somewhat obscure. Most likely, I need to improve my vocabulary.
Rainy Day
This was a poem I wrote not long after the first one, also around Mar 2001. I was walking home and it started to drizzle. I slowed down my pace and enjoyed the rain. Luckily, I did not catch a cold.
Watching the gentle tears,
Falling from the heavens above.
Landing on my eyes and ears,
Feeling the warmth and love.Soft wind whispers,
Providing me with company,
Chasing away all my fears,
On this lonely journey.