Wednesday, September 16, 2020

MOUNTAINS - acrostic poem


Myriads of ripping rainbow tones

Orbit playfully around snow cones

Umbrage and rage cannot stealth near

Not as long as Buddha dwells here

Togas dance in the billowing breeze

And up here he meditates with ease

Ice cold snowflakes race with wind's pace

Nirvana ablaze on Buddha's face

Smiling while fresh frost is piling



Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Niagara Falls – Curtal Sonnet

I travelled here to witness this waterfall.   

I heard this area was a beauty.                     

The water gleamed aquamarine and green.   

Wow, I saw clouds pour, building a wonder wall.    

I felt a soaring sense of tranquillity,   

as I marvelled at the moving marbled sheen.    


Torrents tumble thunderously at their worst.    

Don’t be fooled by the seemingly pristine scene.      

Climate change is the fall's core calamity.    

With constant corruption the fall’s bank could burst.     

Falls may no more be seen.

 


 


Thursday, September 3, 2020

A Sunny Afternoon on my Garden Veranda

I heard the bumble bees buzzing and the breeze blowing

As I relaxed outside on the veranda

I felt uplifted by the lovely lawn mowing

And the sun-bright sky suppressing sedative melatonin from my pineal gland

My sensory receptors turned natural senses into neural signals

Elevating my alertness, helping me understand

How to sit and savour the sunshine, ignoring electronic signals

I did not stress about the Corona Virus hitting my sinus

Or whether the stern sunlight will bring me sunburn

Or even about what subject is left to learn

I lazily lay and watched the flowers sway

I felt too hot and harassed to play that day

The lawn mower rustled in his rich rouge hat

This time crept no cunning cat, well fancy that!

No rooftop roars, nor garden growls

My garden that day felt like an amazing Arden

Tuesday, August 25, 2020

My Duties and Desires

I feel anger, shame and pains

As farmers perish in torrid plains

Terror, toil and tears they bear

While I snuggle in this comfy chair

I can drink fresh cool water

While freshwater fish elsewhere face slaughter

Farmers are instilled with purpose and pride

Procrastinators like I brush urgencies aside

I have the desire and duty

To honour my creed and somehow serve my country

I may have passed my Advanced Levels

This is not succeeding all levels

I strive to make intellect

My thirst-quenching quest

Thursday, August 20, 2020

My Cycle Ride

I stepped into my glossy green cycle
I sped along in delirium and delight
My jumpsuit felt lovely, light and not too tight
I felt I could gallop from dusk to dawn
I felt as unbridled as a unicorn
I could easily spur myself onwards
Without my usual hot, heavy clothes
That wear me down like whizzing whirlpools
The air rippled my suit and ruffled my hair
I whooped and whistled as loudly as a lark
This flight beats last year’s trudge round Central Park

MOUNTAINS - acrostic poem

Myriads of ripping rainbow tones Orbit playfully around snow cones Umbrage and rage cannot stealth near Not as long as Buddha dwells here To...