In time of darkness
A soft wispher
I hear the Word: Let it Be, Let it Be.
In hour of darkness
Your faithless prayers are heard
In dead Silence
"Let it be, let it be"
In days of darkness
We see fearful people
Rushing around
In fruitless actions
Instead, "Let it be, let it be"
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC
The strength of people's voice, loud and clear
Can any elected representatives speak
As loudly, as clearly as the people?
True courage and democratic freedom
When people gather and march unconfined
Not cowering in their corner
Only to hear their pitiful squeaks
If it must rain, let it not drizzle disappointingly
Let the trumpet sound from the hills
Not under your bed, but let the light of freedom
Blaze fiercely
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
Bulbul's early mornings
Her rich, throaty songs
Welcome another day
Not far away she and I find happiness
By Wyle
Singapore
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC
Pensive moments
Aglow with mellow candlelight
Counting rain drops
In the night
By Wyle Tan
@ Puchong, Malaysia, December 2018
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Soft scents of new frangipanis
Waft gently over evening sprinkles
Tasting sweet orange Kumquats
Under green canvas umbrella
(@Puchong, December 2018)
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Waves, waves
White sand churning
Racing along the shores
Clear water
Fishes darting
Swimming in the sea
A visitor
Alone fishing
Standing on corals
While I sip coconut
In shade
Reading philosophy
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Good morning from Chumphon, Thailand
I awake with happy birds
and country roosters' crow
lazy and slow
I pity busy morning
filled with noisy cars
rushing downtown
anxious and hurried with cares
By Wyle Tan
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
“I rebel; therefore I exist.”
― Albert Camus
The herd live normal lives.
What's a normal life?
Isn't it to taste again a retrieved piece of last night's meal from between one's teeth?
Isn't it an old lover, shriveled and lame, trying to re-experience the ecstasy of his first teen love but lost long ago?
Isn't it to rekindle a calling when passion has grown cold?
A normal is an old movie.
A normal is stale saliva.
A normal is stable center on a spinning wheel.
A normal offers a shelter, but no home.
A normal binds two together, but no love.
A normal sustains life, even luxuries, but no joy.
A rebel lives beyond.
He is fluid nothing.
His home is anxiety.
Only Zeus is immovably still, unchanging silence.
Out of boredom, he creates time.
A rebel is a ******* infant of Chronos.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
After slight rain
Around my garden I stroll
Unexpected wild white orchids grow
I pause
Imbibe ****** fragrance
Before it's gone
Beauty often dress in surprise
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
Her sister died alone
That night she wept
Followed with Mahjong
And went fishing next
I saw Heavens in disarray!
By Wyle
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC