Palm trees swaying leaves
Beach-comb is its foundation,
white long sandy beaches,
Emerald sea on the shore,
Turquoise sea of offshore coral reefs,
and blue sea at the depths
rich in marine life; diversified,
is my island in the sun,
Paradise
is my Island Home.

Towering mast
looming in the distance
takes my voice to the other side of the world
through the unseen waves
in the sky.

Places I have never gone
Yet my mind thinks of them
Places I never dream of
Yet my mine knows they exist
Places I never feel I belong
Yet they become my destiny
Places I don’t know if I could see
Yet my mind sees them
Through poetry.

Our photograph
With blissful smile on your face
Holding me tight against your chest
Hanging on the wall of my bed
Awakens poignant
Memories of happier days,
Just you and me
Just us
Wild and free
Until you were taken
Away from me
On the day before our wedding.

How I wished everyday
that there is always a journey of return
but death doesn't grant to me as yet
until the day when
my Savior shall return
and
I shall see you again,
my groom,
on that golden morning.

Everybody, a moment in their life,
want power,
desire wealth,
envy influence, and
run after fame.

Some found them in the common hours,
others took ages to realise them,
others never had the opportunity,
and most are still working hard towards them.

For those that have them all and are happy,
blessed are they,
those that have them all, but along with them come an emptiness,
it's time to share them with others,
for those that never had the opportunity,
be thankful that you can breathe a sigh of relief,
and those that are still searching for them,
learn from the experiences of the others.
Be thankful for what you have now
big or small
plenty or few
two or one
one or none,
because you are
still powerful,
wealthy,
influential
and famous
in your own rights.

Gone with the wind
is my unsettled mind,
at even tide rests my  tiring thoughts
so I  cast my wishful cry to the sea current of hope
for a surf of faith, however the size,
to ride on its crest to reality in the morn.

Rugged, long range; the Owen Stanley Range
Bluish mountains and cold, humid air
Planes fly over and disappear in the clouds
Rain falls almost everyday,
and beneath is the tropical rain-forest,
the third largest in the world,
and a home of fauna and flora,
a living haven for micro *******,
and in 1945 a battle field of the World War II
between the Allies and the Japanese,
one of the deadliest in the Pacific
and from that blue rugged range battle field
came the first victory for Allies.

As I looked from my office,
made of steel and glass,
I see the blue, rugged mountain range,
and beneath that range, down the valleys below
tugged between the mountains,
is my humble home,
made of grass and wood,
a place where the fire never ceases to light;
a fire of freedom, safety and carefree.

Going to the Gym was not a common activity for public then.
T'was only the place for body builders and professional athletes

Now it is a common place for everyone who want to lose weight,
an ultimate reason.
What is wrong with humanity that they gain too much weight?
They have better locks to their houses, sound and smell proof walls so no one from outside hears and smells what's cooking inside.
Rich and working class people close their houses and eat all their food inside their houses and dine out in expensive restaurants
and drink all the good wine they could.
They throw away the left overs and run all the way to the gyms and/or
walk long distances every morning and evening to burn those calories.
So it's a process now, eat and burn through physical exercises.

But we forget the true principle of losing weights easily.
In fact it may never require going to the gym or long walks to lose those weights.
We can simply open the door of our houses, at least once, every day and just walk across to our neighbors and to the streets where the needy and homeless live.
SHARE our food and drink with them and we will be surprised
how fast we lose those stubborn weights.

Somewhere over the rainbow
I see your name carved by nature
Sparkling, twinkling like stars
Each letter blinks your everlasting love for me,
And leads me to your heart.

Somewhere over the rainbow
I see us together forever
Lighting up the dark sky
When the rainbow disappears into the blissful night,
And together we sail away the years.

Close the door of enmity
open the door of friendship
close the door of doubt
open the door of hope
close the door of hatred
open the door of love
close the door of fear
open the door of bravery
the door of life is a two fold
you close one to open the other
and you choose one to reject the other
for such is life at its beauty,
Opening one door at a time, and
Closing another door at the same time.

The envious money
Though knowest not
Thy power unto mankind
Thou hast caused them
measure their wealth
And divide them
Into groups;
The poorest,
The poor,
The middle class,
The upper class,
and
The filthy rich, elite group,
Which controls the world
On your behalf.
Oh the envious money,
The heavens wish thou existed not
So people will measure their wealth
According to their happiness.

She looks into the direction of the sunrise
and thinks of her parents in a faraway land
if they could live to see another day
for war has broken out
to every place and corner of their street
and wonders the level of hate
her world has now had
that love is now a thing of the past
gone with the dead
and those that are living
posses hatred in the name of religion.

Tide of death rises
to my neck
I'm afraid and worried
the chain around my ankle
is tight against the metallic load
and it's a matter of time before
I take the journey of no return,

I scream, I cry, I try to free myself
still I can't
I pray for hope, comfort and strength
while await the tide of death
rising above my head to erase my existence

I think of you, my beloved,
I plea to the tide of death to subdue
I am lonely
I am a candidate of the tide of death
rising from the oceans of hate.

We speak about love,
yet we can't give it freely
we speak about hope
yet we cultivate doubt into the minds of many,
we speak about generosity
yet so many poor people in the world,
we speak about safety
yet women are still locked behind their home gates
and asylum seekers are flooding the shores
of foreign countries,
and we speak about equality,
yet we still discriminate,
we surely don't do what we speak.