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We are on a boat

Travelling from here to there

Or actually to no where

We`re cruising on our Mama`s River

The sky is full of cloud

The boat is filled with people

We do not know each other

Nevertheless we all smile ( haha)

I `m wondering why

A river boat is called a river taxi

And not a river bus

For standing is allowed everywhere.

.Note: A bus travels a fixed route and stops at designated station

A taxi picks passengers and stops almost anywhere

The river taxi travels on a designated route and stops at fixed stations

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My Master Plan For This Weekend

Spinning about on a fast track

Gonna to tie up all loose ends

Making sure everything is set

Thursday has just began

And Saturday is coming into sight

I got to have some fun

As there is no one else around

I need to do some warm up

The object is my mind

It shall light up my fire

It shall satisfy my desire

And when the weekend comes

We are going to have good time

But now you must understand

And to keep your lips tight

Or I shall be on the run

If the news leaks out.

Into Every Life

Into each life some rain would fall

And without the rain upon us

Would we ever grow

Like so many of us

I am afraid of change

For actually I am worried of the pain

I allowed the fear to take command

And set up a post in weather control

Storm clouds may rise

And thunders may strike

As I `ve no place to hide

You said you are the Lord

And never to leave me behind

So you are here for me

When the rain come down.

Haiku One

An abandoned hoe

A garden of weed and moss

A hobby no more

Haiku Two

Fly, float, soar and plunge

But from which tree does they come

Raining plum blossoms

Haiku Three

Watching the birds

Harvest after harvest

A weary scarecrow

We are not lovers

But a common love stands

We share our thoughts together

And speak our hearts better than anyone

Our words relate and soar free

Like wings of birds in flight

Without any restrictions

One day I will miss you perhaps

But we can`t fall in love

For we are just friends.

Struggling with a Love Poem

To bring the picture to your mind

I search the air for the correct scent

To get the words and syllabuses right

I `ve stirred my coffee till it spilled on my pants

I love you to the depth of my heart

But the words seem shallower through my pen

I set free my spiritual imagination

And light up all my passion

I love thee with a love

That seems to lose out

When I write them in a poem

And still somehow no one really understands.

Cheng Beng ,Qing Ming or All Souls Day is a festival for the Chinese community when graves of ancestors and the dearly departed are visited by relatives and friends who come together from far to pay their respects annually.

A Re-visit.

The moment of remembrance has drawn close again.

I see your smiling inscribed face which I always remembered them

Coming here is like coming home

Perhaps years had frozen your age after such long absence

But I am now an older man

If I could tell or let you know

Nothing has changed

For you were still the same

And you`re my dad

While i am still your beloved son.

Close my eyes

Dream of you

Hold your hands

Dream so true

Time is good

Here we stood.

Bonsai Tree

Bonsai twisted twigs

Soon a few buds grow and spread

Afresh a new tree

Gale in the night

The lamp shakes no light

The trees rustle in a gale

Things move in dark night

Bonsai twisted twigs

Many a great scenery

A poetry in it

Our Love Song-I will always be there

We give, we take and we tried the best to accommodate

We feel, we touch and we learn to love each every day

We praise, we swear and we put in our very best

We turn, we twist and even with bruises which we did `t care

We forgive , we entrust and we `ve reached that far

It is not how near or far we can go through in time and space

Or even when our young faces wear and age

It is definitely the sincerity and perseverance

For we `ve always played our roles like superstars

And done them so zealous in one sweet pair

So even now and forever or when I get old

If chance is given I will always be there

An Experience.

“ When are you going home to Kluang ”

I asked.

“ How many flowers can you plant under the sun”

She replied.

It doesn`t matter where we`re but love needs reassurance.

When I hold her hand ,

It doesn`t matter where and when the days would end

And i can go to all the streets and towns

Looking for roses to suit her fragrances

Cause i need her kiss every now and again

Or will she forever shuffle her feet

And keep her heart apart for another one.

Fortunately ,the answer is everything is within grip.

The fierce wind blows fear

Those yellow leaves tremble most

How long can they hold?

On the path which I have travelled

As time ticks and year arrives

So many have walked this path, like you and I

Happiness is always in my thoughts

While life travels on

Here I have reached another destination

With some wishes already fulfilled

And some undesirable left over

Fate may have sometimes dealt me a cruel hand

But I am still headstrong

If I have to slow down and compromise a little

To reach it in another way

I would definitely try

As this path seems safe and bright

Even though the unknown waits.

The Time of my Life

Time is like a flowing river

In its own track as sun rises and sets

Life is time moving on days and nights

Time is invisible to our eyes

Time is abstract without form

But it is never actually void

Time leaves traces, marks and trails

In the spaces of life

I can sense its presences

Saw it trapped in circumstances

Guided me through and inspired or help

Time is definitely evident

As i appreciated its help

Though it sometimes turns blurry my thoughts

And also slows my physical aspects

Time has provided me a dialogue to retrospect

Enable me to persevere

And flourish with least regrets

Time is a worthy friend like you all

In the space of my life

Which I cherish with a truthful heart.

It was so right or it was so wrong

But it was all at the same time.

Lust burnt both you and me

And passion made me drunk

No body knows what have happened

Till love made out the night

And we realised it was a crime

A crime of the heart

What should i do?

What could we do?

To make it right.

Life is another day in another way

For you and I

We are strangers on the road

And only friends online.

I got my fun, I got my time

I might had told you my experiences, hobbies and dislikes

Aha, do you really care but it`s alright

I had played an angel but it made you cried.

Should an angel break your heart?

The question needs no reply

For we are all players in the net

Maybe this is also how you feel

But I am really fine

When I wrote this poem

For there is always a place

For you and I

But that would be just like

Another day in another way;my dear

when you write your reply

She is my Japanese stay-in partner of American parentage.

She is Miki

I look at the monitor

And my image stares back at me

She asks me for the passwords

As if she couldn`t recognise me

I touch and fiddle her body

As I enter with the correct keys

She pulled down her blouse

Showing her features to me

But my attention was the figures

Nothing else really interests me

She has the latest processor

Many times more than i can handle

She is the fastest retriever

With the finest memory

She never talk about culture or politics

And she answers all my need

I could spend many hours with her daily

Nevertheless , Ii still couldn`t understand her beauty

To me, she is just a PC with international warranty

Anyway, I usually call her Miki

A 10 year child singer with a rich golden voice and has perfect rendering of songs.