wyle-tan - Hello Poetry

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"

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC

In time of Darkness

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"

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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

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC

The People's Voice

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

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Bulbul's early mornings Her rich, throaty songs Welcome another day Not far away she and I find happiness By Wyle Singapore

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Feb 24, 2019

Feb 24, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC

Morning Bird

Bulbul's early mornings Her rich, throaty songs Welcome another day Not far away she and I find happiness By Wyle Singapore

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Pensive moments Aglow with mellow candlelight Counting rain drops In the night By Wyle Tan @ Puchong, Malaysia, December 2018

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Dec 15, 2018

Dec 15, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC

Pensive Moments

Pensive moments Aglow with mellow candlelight Counting rain drops In the night By Wyle Tan @ Puchong, Malaysia, December 2018

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Soft scents of new frangipanis Waft gently over evening sprinkles Tasting sweet orange Kumquats Under green canvas umbrella (@Puchong, December 2018)

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Dec 10, 2018

Dec 10, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC

Kumquats and Frangipanis

Soft scents of new frangipanis Waft gently over evening sprinkles Tasting sweet orange Kumquats Under green canvas umbrella (@Puchong, December 2018)

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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

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC

Hua Hin Beach

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

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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

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC

Good Morning

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

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“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.

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC

Existential Rebel

“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.

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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

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC

White Orchids

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

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Her sister died alone That night she wept Followed with Mahjong And went fishing next I saw Heavens in disarray! By Wyle

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Jan 14, 2018

Jan 14, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC

I saw Heavens in disarray!

Her sister died alone That night she wept Followed with Mahjong And went fishing next I saw Heavens in disarray! By Wyle

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