Mirror mirror on the wall...
Good morning my dear
my voice within...
my evil critiques
Do not tease and lie, Please behave
show me the best reflection
that will make my day
soon I'd be 44 my body is getting old
still I smile like a little girl
and laugh and laugh at every jokes you told
don't be cynical, be honest this time
tell me if my skin glows
and my eyes shine
and I look the most radiant
of all....

Concern I am as a mother of three
of young girls and young boys, of today you see
Their parents wake up as early as 3
Spend time at work night and day
Hours of strenuous day
of hot and cold sweat ,
drains most of their energy ,
cooks their brain half dead
just to own some money
the sole breadwinners for family
a total responsibility,
unwritten committment never a burden
for the sake of love for family..sons and daughters

So dear young sons and daughters
Remember to value your parents sacrifices
not only for the material worth
but for their wisdom and virtues
the tears of blood that sometimes fall
to make you human and man of your own
but look at yourself today and ask
how much love have you sacrificed?
to honor these two great people
who'd given everything for you, even their life
to even write a word or two
to appreciate their love and compliment their good deeds
in a form of prose, haiku or poetry

instead everyday you declare to the whole world outside
look this is my man or the woman I love
till death do us part... till eternity
Your parents who've raised
and known you your whole young life
is no longer priority?

How pathetic.. how unfortunate... how sad..
for a second try to put yourselves
in your parents shoes....
imagine their smiles if they are reassured
that your love for them
is not number two....
so... do think wise!

Cycled home after Mr Edward’s class
His stern face still vivid in my memory
Placed the end of term report card
On the dining table
Lost my appetite I hid in my room
Miserable....
mom and dad would be so angry
Dad called “ Christopher” my name as expected
He frowned he wasn’t looking so glad
Mom looked worried as she sat
Across the table...
Upset ...
“My intelligent boy,”
she said as she hugged me
What do you really want to be?
Extremely mad , dad told me to improve
And gave me a serious threat
“No more camping in the Summer for you”
My heart sanked, I shrugged and left
My angry dad, a manager of a shoe factory
Not at all an inspring job for me
I asked myself so repeatedly,
Am I meaningful to this world?
wish I could make my parents happy,
but it seems to be beyond me
school is a bore  and classes are dull...
In Aylesworth Forest.....
Let me solve the puzzle....

I enjoy watching my baby boy’s drama
In his room, on his bed among his toys
What a superb imagination
Translated in a form of play...
A battle between the amazing legacy of heroes
Put George Lucas in the house of shame
With his famous Luke Sky walker,  
In Star Wars saga
Have Sam Raimi’s done his research well?
In creating Spiderman 3?
With this “genius in the making” young child
Left alone to build his creativity
I am convinced  with obvious prediction...
Hollywood superheoes  would be doomed..
Here is a 2 year old boy
In Spideman suit, Acting Spiderman,
hitting the Angry bird jet
The jet punches Spiderman back.
Then, Mama is forced to sleep with Spiderman
Forced Mama again, this time to love the Man of Steel
After the gruel some battle,
Jet & Spiderman decided to sleep together
in the pink hammock with Tigger.
The proud child is happy ,
His mission is accomplished!
A bottle of luke warm milk...
Well done! He earns his trophy
Tonight  he helps to save the world.

If the plural form of a mouse is mice
and many many louse is called lice
why isn't the plural of house is hice?
and a nose be nice?
a kiss , kice?
English is a funny language isn't it?
Yet we learn to master it
The non natives speak and write
in their different accents and styles
Struggling to be understood
rather than be judged...
Still English is fun to learn
and Writing poetry is a great exercise
for English language learners.

my bed creaks
as my body turns
waking up with difficulty
pain in the muscles
my bones are crispy
scared of each sounds
it makes
am i getting old
perhaps my bones are teasing me?

Put on your mask
and face the world
don't need to worry
the person hidden underneath
wear your mask again
as you come home from work
people wouldn't know
you'd just lost your work

the mask covers your eyes
hide the telling eyes
and tell no one you'd been hurt inside
your mask is the smile
that covers your pain
who will know behind that charming smile
your heart cries , hoping you're still sane

secrets are not to be revealed
you know the rules and the risk
so you put on a smiling face
keep silent and smile
you masked your misery
on the pretext you're happy
hidden behind lies after lies
the truth is doomed to fade

again you love to hide behind your mask
thinking  its the only way to survive
denying one day...
one day... you'd be unmasked