He has long strong limbs
He also has a strong tail
The monkey is here

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”.

This lovely bluest of the blue,
Spanning the widest of the wide,
The  calmest of its waters calm,
What silent horrors does it hide?

The most beautiful of beauty,
Stupendous on the surface side,
Death in the deepest of the deep,
The tombs of mariners who died.

So bedtime we go off to sleep,
And enter a strange world of mists,
Earthly logic as we know it,
Fades away, no longer exists.

When a night dream gets too heavy,
With the nightmare we cannot fight,
We will wake up with pounding hearts,
Sweating or trembling in the night.

But then there's fleeting beauty too,
Like green gardens and hills so free,
Good memories of long ago,
How dreaming minds would like to see.

So does another world awaits,
When our earthly lives are done,
Do we live again forever,
Or our lives we have but one?

It has always been a race,
since the time of birth,
the fight between Good and Evil,
on our planet Earth;
The fight rages on,
everywhere each day,
and it is anyone's guess,
who will have its final say.

I wake up when there is no light,
When everything to me is bright,
With big eyes I can see,
Everything around me,
I hunt small creatures of the night.

It is a joy that we can all connect,
Exchanging thoughts in fact and fantasy,
And we can remind the world to react,
With Understanding, Love and Empathy

Just hold tight my hand,
And we'll walk this precious land,
Always together.

I saw the colours one rainy day,
Just after the showers had all gone,
The seven were brilliant, freshly formed,
Above in the skyway where they shone;
The Rainbow stayed for just a short while,
Before it slowly began to fade,
And I was struck with the calm and peace,
Grateful for what sun and rain had made.

The rose was looking at the moon,
Who was gently looking back at her,
Both knew that it would be very soon,
When they fall in love together.

I keep treading the lonely paths,
Where all signposts are vague or worn,
Hoping to find that mystic place,
Where truths and destinies are born.

The paths are too faint and many,
Like wide-spread branches in a tree,
And it would be a miracle,
To find the correct path for me.

For now I just keep plodding on,
til l find the answers at last,
Then I can rest my wearied bones,
When no more far-off dreams are cast.

Summer is bright and sunny,
Its days are long and hot,
Gaiety and festa fill the air,
Cold days it hasn’t got.

Autumn days are really nice,  
They’re neither hot nor cold,
Life outdoors is simply pleasant,
Amongst the trees of gold.

Winter though is cold and grey,
A warm sun may appear,
Winter snow is very pretty,
Though sidewalks disappear.

Spring is cool and sun is warm,
Flowered scents fill the air,
Animals awake, birds return,
Freshness is everywhere.

So each season weaves its charm,
Casting its spell on earth,
In varied ways it spreads its joys,
Since its time of birth.

In The Secret Garden,
Unseen by human eyes,
Are Elves and flowered Fairies,
Near where Crystal Fountain lies

To find this hidden place,
Follow the Rainbow Tracks,
Look out for Goblin Mushrooms,
Just beneath the Mountain Cracks

'tis here that you will hear,
Music from Nightingales,
The Mystic Door will open,
Only when the twilight pales

He started work as the hotel's security guard,
On his second day of work, he was making his rounds,
It was about eleven at night when it happened
while he was outside calmly checking the hotel grounds.

As he walked down the driveway to the hotel's car park,
He saw a small boy sitting by the side of the road,
The boy was ***** and had his back turned towards him
crying away as if weighed down with a heavy load.

So the guard went up close to the boy to check on him,
And he was terrified when the boy turned back to look,
For the lad's face was distorted with a ghoulish smile
with fresh blood streaming all over like a nightmare's *****.

The guard turned white and scrambled back into the hotel,
Trembling with fear, totally scared and fully shaken,
He filled in his daily report with unsteady hands,
and early next day he sent in his resignation.

The evening owl flew in through the open door,
Came to a skidding halt on newly waxed floor,
It stopped to get its bearings for a little while,
Turning its head around in its owlish style,
Then it flew up to land on top of the chair,
Seeing the welcoming sky from way up there,
So with a farewell hoot it took off again,
And crashed unkindly into the window pane.

Scorching flames burn on the left
Freezing cold awaits on the right
Walking the tightrope of everyday life
Keeping the final destination in sight
He’s walked for five and seventy years
Towards a glimmering light
But a few slips are enough to set one back
Still he’ll walk into the night

The star had shone all night with zest,
And now it’s time for it to rest,
For it is early morn,
Another day is born,
The tired star has done its best.

Slowly, slowly the seeds of discontent we sow
More and more daily we make them grow
Till we have the Tree of Hatred in the final show

He was walking his dog in the park that day,
And paused by the fountain where the pigeons play,
There he fell and then vanished without a trace,
Leaving his dog to bark at his empty space.

The police searched all over for him in vain,
His family was drowned in sorrow and pain,
No one knew exactly what happened to him,
The chances of finding him were pretty slim.

After seven years all hope began to fade,
For everyone thought that he was really dead,  
Suddenly he appeared at the place he fell,
Everyone was overjoyed he looked so well.

They were dismayed he couldn’t explain a thing,
He’d no memory at all of anything,
But one day he vanished once more in the rain,
And then this time he never came back again.

I’m really extremely sad,
And with me I’m also mad,
I made you in my image.
Thinking you’d be free and sage,
But somewhere along the line,
Things did turn out not so fine,
You seem evil through and through,
That’s not how I did make you,
Heed my warning one and all,
You are heading for a fall.

She was on her broom since noon,
Flying all over the sky,
And I saw her outline in the moon,
As I was strolling by.

Extreme

We can understand
Darkness and light
Two such extremes
Black challenges white

Compromise

We despair, we hope
We ****, we pray
To compromise
Think in colour grey

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.

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.

I walked the cold and lonely deck,
As we sailed on the midnight sea,
All was darkness for miles around,
As far as my eyes could see.

A few stars glittered in the sky,
There was no moon, just stars in sight,
But I saw a distant lighthouse,
Flashing somewhere to my right.

My thoughts did dwell for long on us,
I wondered how our lives would be,
If we lived our years together,
Instead of you with you,
And I with me.

It was frightening
A thunderclap quite sudden
Cat's under the bed

Enjoy life to the fullest
Set some thoughts for tomorrow
Then live out the rest today

Enjoy life to the fullest
Set some thoughts for tomorrow
Then live out the rest today

Each one of us is just a tiny speck,  
A grain of sand upon an endless beach,
Battling with problems from an angry sea,    
And living together seems out of reach.  

Every day we work and move in numbers,  
Inside we are always living alone,  
Outwards there are clocks and fancy watches,  
But inwards, we live in a timeless zone.  

Now though each of us is a tiny speck,    
A grain of sand upon a friendless beach,  
With reason, patience and an open mind,    
Togetherness  is within our reach.

“Two late” are two fateful words,
Dreadful to the eyes and ears,
For these little simple words,
Erase smiles and start the tears.

When the day is finally through,
And there is little else to do,
I shall watch the sun go down,
And colours lighting up the town.

Red, green, yellow, white and blue,
Neon and oil and candles too,
On streets, in parks and houses all,
When night makes its gentle call.

Then I will off to please my mind,
In a quiet place that I can find,
With drink in hand to sit me down,
And sip the colours of the town.

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

True love is the noblest feeling,  
that the mystic self can attain,
For it is completely blind
to criticism or judgement,  
And hate, revenge and self pity  
it can easily restrain,
Like the dog's undying love
for its master good or bad,
Or the mother's unrestricted love
for her baby happy or sad;

True love is mentally abstract
with no physical connection,  
And cannot be confused
with ***, lust and egoism,
For it is mated with intuition,
kindness and understanding,
And fused with loyalty
and human compassion,
Sustaining a permanent
fondness and affection;

"Love" as it is widely used,
is too shallow and common,
and is not really love at all,
Because true love for many people,
is something they cannot recall.

Waves tall as buildings
Smash everything in their path
Many loved ones lost

An hour or less of daylight remains,
then soft and brilliant colours paint the sky,
in pastel shades, oil and water colour hues  
and around not a single lonesome cry

From the very moment we are born,  
Until the time that we shall be gone,  
Obliged are we to follow the pace,
Of Good versus Evil in their race.  
So we came and saw the signs of light,  
Growing up, we learnt of day and night,
Suppressing the good in us, we’ll find,
Evil takes us in the twilight mind.

Setting sun and dwindling daylight¸
celestial colours fading fast,
the horizon a delightful sight,
with the growing greyness,
the beauty only minutes will last;
Mysticism mopes the air, and
tinges of sadness and happiness
everywhere, and homeliness,
while seemingly serene,
morphing with memories,
sentiments and thoughts,
rend a numbing nostalgia of sorts;
Thus will twilight gradually present
the grimly gentle night’s descent

For every coin that has a head,  
Turn it round it will have a tail,  
Every positive thought that exists,    
A negative will make it fail;  
For every attack you can devise,  
The enemy can plan a defence,  
And there will always be two sides,  
For each and every sentence;  
Just like nothing is forever black,    
Nothing is always white, no way,  
So let us think with moderation,  
So that we can appreciate the gray.

Strong waves reach the shore
Retreat to return once more
Fierce undercurrent

It’s easy to just follow and just do,  
Every action, everything without a clue  
As to the how things work, as to the why,  
Using brains occasionally by and by.  

From here misunderstandings will start,  
When from reason we carelessly depart,  
Anger, jealousy, ill-feelings will abound,  
We get checkmated at every single round.  

Lots of patience we should not abuse,  
Thinking, reasoning well, we must always use,  
For no matter how we call its normal name,  
Really understanding has always been the game.

I ask of you a hundred questions,
Though it’s not for me to pry,
For there are a hundred answers,
I have to know just where they lie.

There are so many qualities of you,
Of which I feel I’m blind,
For you so deeply do I care,
I need to peer into your mind.

So forgive me if of you I ask,
When and where and what and why,
‘Cos when I have the answers all,
No longer do I have to sigh.

Many things I wanted to do,
I had no means to see them through,
My many years went rushing by,
Quicker than birds up in the sky,
So some dreams were lost on the way,
Never did see the light of day,
Now I've settled with what I've got,
Still to finish what I did not.

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.

He was very calm
He is always very calm
Nothing ruffles him

Do know that we are not the same,
We grew up in different ways,
But if we feel for each other,
We can live out all our days.

See how pigeons and parrots walk,
Strutting around without a care,
Just like their fellow humans do.
With one foot here the other there.