Golden ships on oceans sail
Laden with riches of ill-gotten gains
Beyond the reach of suffering slaves
Poverty stricken in their mother lands

With no hope for advancement
Fleeced of dignity and pride
By worldly statesmen and warlords
Without an iota of shame to hide

Civilisation is impotent
To interfere with world affairs
So these golden ships sail on
With their looted wares

Little Monkey was up and about,
“What a glorius day!” he would shout,
For as with all youthful beings,
Each day is an adventure new;
No worries, no problems,
Or maybe just a few,
Nothing however to be depressed,
‘tis the wondrous gift of youth,
Innocence with which they’re blessed

the red sun sinking in the horizon
we can enjoy it many minutes more
before mosaic waves of brilliant colours
descend upon the evening sky for sure

Lovers in the garden one summer’s night,
Were smitten speechless by an awesome sight,
Everything was bathed in a light of love,
The full moon smiling distantly above,
Letting their imagination run free,
They saw fairies beneath a sleeping tree,
Serenity simmering all around,
A lovely moonlight garden they had found.

Not so wonderful the world today ,
For madness has surely come to stay,
Goodness no longer is in the store,
Evil slowly kicked it out the door;
Intelligence seems so hard to find,
Stupidity always close behind,
World wars linger always on the brink,
Closer than what we would want to think;
No matter what all religions teach,
Love and Peace are always out of reach.

I thought of you one dark and moonless night,
Beneath our lone star glinting so bright,

My thoughts drifted back to the days of old,
When we cuddled beneath the stars so cold,

We had dreams that we never really shared,
Living apart we seldom showed we cared,

And now your cancer has snatched you away,
Only bittersweet memories will stay,

I hope you’ve found happiness where you are,
I pray you have found your celestial star.

I thought of you that dark and moonless night,
When our  star was glinting very bright,

The fairies hold their annual dance,
On the fourteenth month of the year,
This is not on your calendar,
You won’t know if it’s far or near.
The fairies’ world is next to us,
Invisible, unseen, unheard,
Their celebrations are all there,
But humans will not be disturbed.

Let’s take a stroll along the seaside,
And leave our footprints in the sand,
Watch the beauty of the setting sun,
In the distance where the sea does end

We can enjoy the screeching seagulls,
Winging swiftly in the evening sky,
Let’s stroll along the lovely seaside,
Lightly holding hands - just you and I

The **** is crowing
Sun has still not woken up
Snooze a little more

Looking upwards towards the heavens,
Hoping to see a shooting star,
Nostalgic moments flashed across my mind,
Of you who were living away so far;

We had moments once upon a time,
And many stars we shared together,
Till our destinies decided otherwise,
And then -
you were gone forever.

Arrow formation
Winging steadily  across
Westwards in the sky

Softly glowing in dark of night,
Gently charming with soothing light,
Magic is there so feel it well,
When moonlight casts its witching spell.

She was hurt, very, very hurt,
but she kept it all inside herself,
looking at her, one could never tell,
unless one manages to see,
those silent teardrops that fell

For she was good at disguising,
keeping all her emotions hidden,
and all the sadness within,
for weeks and months and years,
until she finally passed away,
finally freed of all her fears

And still, looking at her,
one could never tell, all the,
suffering that she had had,
she had not even one close friend,
that she could confide in,
while that tiny smile of loneliness,
she carried till the very end

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Nightmares waking up

Not so wonderful the world today
For madness has surely come to stay

Goodness no longer is in the store
Evil slowly kicked it out the door

Intelligence seems so hard to find
Stupidity often close behind

World wars linger always on the brink
Closer than what we would want to think

No matter what all religions teach
Love and Peace are always out of reach

There was once a crooked man,  
Who drove a big brown van,  
Could heave a heavy sack,  
Though he had a crooked back;  

He carried a crooked stick,  
Though he wasn't sick,  
So he could limp in style,  
For many a crooked mile;  

Thus he led a crooked life,  
Together with his wife,  
And it is also true,  
Like him -
She was crooked too.

By the banyan trees late at night,
Come with me for a moonlight walk,
To a secret flowered garden,
Where night owls do their midnight talk;

I’ll take you to a sacred place,
Wherein a nightingale was born,
And keeping our voices down,
We’ll hear his lovely evening song;

There by silver-watered fountains,
Enclosed by purple-white daisies,
On special nights when stars are bright,
We can see the moonlight fairies.

The night dream will begin as one,  
To cast its net over my mind,
The shapeless shadows have their fun,  
To fish my thoughts to join their kind;  
These clueless inconsistent waves,  
Will merge and morph with all their might,  
Till daylight brings its dashing rays,  
And day dream shines its dauntless light.

He is really very fast
With his fingers, hands, and feet
He practises martial arts
And he's really hard to beat
He's in the gym for hours
And never misses a day
For it is his daily dream
To follow the champion's way

The laughter, smiles, are all gone,
No exit, from dusk till dawn,
Rainstorms, mist, fog, fill the mind,
Clear skies, flowers, left behind,
The slide into depression,
Logic into regression,
Mental state wavers in gloom,
Brink of destruction and doom.

In life we weave through forests dark,
We blunder through mazes blind,
Stumbling through blackness for the Light,
That we hope one day we’ll find.

The dark is bathed in a light so pale,
As moonlight spreads its glowing veil,
Like a bride's silk-covered face,
Tempting with a sensuous trace,
Lights of beauty are dotted here and there,
While unsung music hangs in the air,
Somewhere lovers stroll with expectancy,
As they enjoy their moonlight fantasy.

Everyone has secrets to hide,
Their real feelings they dare not show,
Which often lead to misunderstandings,
And sometimes a deadly blow.

Wars will never end,
Mistrust reigns everywhere,
Simple folks just die.

I will travel the paths alone,
Further, far away from home,
To quench a thirst quite unknown,
Searching for answers beyond,  
I will face the storms and tides,
Of this earthly life alone,
For no one can understand,
What my destiny has sown.

Happy New Year Everyone,
Let’s hope the Dragon year
Will bring us lots of Love, Joy and Fun,
And wars and hatred everywhere will cease,
Once and for all, so that all of us can live
Our earthly lives in Harmony and Peace,
So Happy New Year Everyone,
Let’s hope the old is finished and done.

I remember when we were kids,  
On new year there would be a cake,  
Dad had bought from the bakery,  
For the new year to celebrate.

It was round and really lovely,  
Fully covered with icing white,  
There were tiny edible pearls,  
And sugared flowers on the side.  

So new year’s morning for breakfast,  
We excitedly gathered near,  
The cake with its decoration
Wishing us a “Happy New Year”.

Even as an innocent child,
I had always liked to believe,    
That the jolly fat man in red,    
Will fly across with gifts to give,    
Making many hopeful children
Very happy on Christmas Eve;  

For on this holy festive night,  
Santa is real and not a lie,  
So children all over the world,  
Will excitedly watch the sky,  
Hoping to see if Santa Claus  
With his reindeer are passing by;  

It's not really such a big deal,  
Even if it's a fairy tale,
Adults also need something too,
For happiness is often frail,  
Santa will always bring a smile,  
Like greeting cards in Christmas mail.

The cell phone was on the table,
Then it was sitting by the bed,
It wandered into the bathroom
Then It was in the store instead,
It went about everywhere,
And then its battery went dead.

The wine glass sat boldly on the shelf,  
All alone by its lonesome self,    
gleaming cleanly and crystal clear;    
I was watching it very near,    
so could see it had a strong gold rim,    
very elegant and quite slim;    
The glass was reflecting the light    
a nearby candle burning bright,    
and the sight brought back to me  
a distant childhood memory,    
Of porcelain bowls we once had,    
that were bought by my mom and dad,    
They were designed with dragons bold,  
and gently set with rims of gold.

I’m here to help and protect you,
Real friends like me are very few,
Whether you are kind to me or not,
Even if you beat me an awful lot,
I will never hate you or rebel,
Because I love you truly well.

When you are sad, I’m on your side,
If you are mad, I will not hide,
My loyalty is always there,
I will follow you everywhere.

You are my master and my friend,
And I will serve you to the end,
With unrelenting obedience,  
For I have never ending patience,
And my canine species were designed,
To adapt to the human mind.

I have four instincts that involve:
To defend, attack, protect and love,
So please note me well in your log,
For you know me, I am your Dog.

Climbing stairs was so much fun,
When I was six, seven, eight plus one,
I was full of energy on the run;

After fifty, sixty, seventy one,
Climbing stairs is no more fun,
So I use the lift like everyone.

Three monkeys swinging in a row
Two swinging high, one swinging low,
Then six more monkeys joined the flow,
Nine monkeys in the sunset’s glow.

Wars will never end,
Mistrust reigns everywhere,
Simple folks just die.

Missiles streaking down
Devils raining from the skies
Corpses all around

When we look at things,  
With only one eye,  
We get half a picture,  
Which means we see a lie;  

For to see the truth,  
We will need both eyes,  
Then the view is complete,  
And then the falsehood dies;  

The problem we have,  
Though we have two eyes.  
Most times we use just one,  
And so we live with lies.

I wave my magic wand,
And Mickey Mouse appears,
I wave my wand again,
And he calmly disappears!

I wave my trusted wand,
A rabbit is before my eyes,
I wave the wand again,
He changes to cherry pies!

I'm ready for the highlight now,
To saw a girl in two,
So I wave my magic wand,
The girl appears in blue.
  
I put her in the wooden box,
I close the lid and saw,
The trick is ended now,
The girl's now Sue and Maw!

Nature surrounds us with lasting beauty,
If we will open our eyes to see,
It fills the air with soothing music clear,
If we will adjust our ears to hear,
It helps us live with comfort, joy and ease,
If we will only try to live in peace.

The distant sky was gray
Above me the sun was weakly shining
Weather prediction was a wet day
Heavy rain was surely coming
I see the gray wall drawing nearer
And the landscape quickly turning blur
While the sound of rain was gettiing clearer
The storm is almost here

I don’t want to live on forever,
I don’t want to outlive everyone,
What is there to enjoy and live for,
When all my loved ones and friends are gone?

They are tiny people
Living in rainbow lands,
Where time is not counted
by glassy hourly sands;
Life is constantly filled,
with laughter, dance and song,
Throughout the days and nights
and throughout the whole year long

Little Monkey was just not happy
With worldly things that were happening,
So he questioned all the monkey chiefs,
What would be the world's final ending?

It would seem that from earliest days,
When History was carved in black and white,
Evil always seemed to have the edge,
Darkness clouding Goodness from its light.

Is there really a Super Being,
With worldly affairs He oversees?
Or are all human prayers to Him,
Just a bunch of hopeless fantasies?

All the Monkey Chiefs sat down to think,
What convincing answer they could give,
These leaders have always prayed in vain,
Goodness hasn't triumphed with blind belief.

The angry heart does know no peace
The fires burn and nothing can ease
the feeling for violence great or mild
for Anger strikes the man, woman and child;
When we give way to our temper
Our reason this beast will hamper
and make us throw caution to the wind
for Anger is truly a hideous fiend;
So we have to tame and tell
this fiendish creature to go to hell,
We must train our thoughts to rise above
Animal Feelings to Gracious Love.

I could be from another planet,
Though I walk upon this earth,
I have always been so different,
From the early days of birth.
My ideas always seem to fight,
My mind does not accept,
The selfish earthly life around,
For me loved ones have wept.

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Dreams and nightmares here

Listen to the sounds of singing birds,
Smoothly soothing sending one to sleep,
The musical notes that they mete out,
Will pave the way to a slumber deep,
At night when a tired workday ends,
Enjoy some music from feathered friends.

He juggles sticks, bottles, hats and *****,
Catching them all, nothing ever falls,
Confident as could be,
His act a sight to see,
Performing in streets and shopping malls.

Sea shells washed ashore,
Hermit *****, shellfish, starfish,
Typical seaside.

Little Monkey thoughtfully asked,
"Does God really exist?"

Old Monkey casually replied,
"I don't think so"

Little Monkey perplexedly said,
"Then why do humans pray to Him?"

Old Monkey thoughtfully replied,

"God was really made by early man,
Surely not the other way around,
For mankind needs a super presence,
To maintain a healthy lifestyle sound;

Evil is not made by the devil,
Truly he does not exist at all,
All horrors have always been man-made,
And unchecked will lead to man's downfall;

So man had wisely created God,
With promise of heaven to attain,
For without the threat of punishment,
Evil in this world will spread like rain!"

Then Little Monkey nodded happily,
and continued eating his banana.

Little Monkey was thoughtful that day,
And he had very little to say,
For he was feeling rather crabby,
Why many humans are unhappy;

Why do many constantly complain,
As though they were in perpetual pain?

Though it seems they have so many things,
They keep hoping for more wealth that brings,
Ultimate happiness till they die,
Money, more money, their daily cry!
When many others less fortunate,
Have accepted their ultimate fate,
And they make do with their daily lot,
Thanking the good lord for what they've got;

So he concluded true happiness -
Is not having a mountain of wealth,
But having good friends, real love and health.

Then he saw some peanuts on the ground,
And was delighted with what he'd found.