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Pureness bare
Unadulterated and no
Quagmire of complexities
Suspenseful infertility of ideas
What better title if I ran out of titles

Words eagles circling in my head
Swoop to my jabbing fingers
A hummingbird in rhythm
Posted a poem online
Simply entitled
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They kicked it and it hurled into the air
To where it landed they chased it there
In their merriment the boys barefoot all
In a village field eleven boys and one ball
With mind free of troubles in their stride
They put two meters apart only one side
Of two stout sticks marked as a goal post
Where jostled and hustled were the most

Till the ground hardly any grass and rough
On the objective to score goals on that half
Part of the field while on the other half more
Or less worn out like those shirts they wore
Only after school the homeworks they'd got
To do first before they go down to play if not

Adjacent stood rubber trees rows upon rows
The rooted fans watched them play like pros
If the rain pounded about an hour you'll see
The whole body shorts and shirts completely
Unrecognizable covered with sweat and mud
No proper rules shoes no referee nothing but
Enthusiasm and a sheer joy of playing soccer
Somewhere in a village in the north of Malaya

Now where the field stood are houses apartment
Blocks and shops no laughters and no merriment
Buildings made of concrete cement hard and cold
No more roughing kicking and chasing after a ball
And no rubber trees lining up as spectators antrall
Only a feeling of emptiness a place devoid of soul

At times can be seen melting together
One into the other like a loving couple
At times drifting as a lonely wanderer
The clouds are there to imitate people

It can't move on a journey on its own
Without energy clouds are immovable
It'll stay motionless if not wind blown
Prodding to be productive like people

Some are peacocks parading with flair
Of damsels bosoms as white as marble
Putting air pompous what do I care
Show fame without shame like people

Arms ready for war it's getting warm
They gather warring forces for battle
They march whip up a thunderstorm
Rainclouds hungry for war like people

Clouds can be big cloud can be small
Can be rich prosperous can be poor
Like people accumulate only to lose all
To earn and loss and earn once more

They orbit the earth decorated the sky
Unaware of mortal affairs just rumble
Prone to fallacy or vanity as you and I
Can't help noticed clouds are like people

The pawns are lining abreast shoulder to shoulder.                     The King the queen rooks knights and bishops are ready and both side are ready awaiting for the mysterious hands to lift them up from their spots. The ancient game can commence.
The papers neatly stacked. The pen in the olden days is inked poised for a poet's hand to place it onto the blank piece of paper to begin its journey.
The pieces are moved in turn one after the other until a player concedes and defeated.
The poet placed words one followed by another until the work is completed.
Whether one play like a patzer or grandmaster depends on one's knowledge and mental capacity.
Similarly a poet through experience will write according to the level to a given technical know how foresight and mental ability.
Poetry is the art of expression of mind with words through every known emotional state. The art of crafting words with awe.
Chess the art of intellectual intelligence of territorial *******. The art of war.
Poetry and chess are like art mathematics science and music and both are life.
The attitude in chess is to play well and mine is a quest to write my best. To write what I like and to like what I wrote.
And to write till my pen ends its traveling
The King is checkmated the game is over
I won't be a Hardy a Frost or a Browning
I am but a pawn and an incorrigible rhymer.

A butterfly winks at a rose
Attracted by her perfumes
Tweaks fine filament nose
Lady likes me, he assumes
Her flaming pink petal lips
Enticing him to land a kiss
Hovers wings flickers flips
Lips, closer, closer to meet
He retracts, no, maybe not
Sorry love he couldn't do it
Fooled em all the time a lot
Go fly you flirtatious tweet

Night is for day to repose the female gender mate a complete opposite of what masculine day is.
Refresher of mind and body when day is work but night is restful to sleep be at ease for love and peace.
Dangerous stealth fearsome sinister foe killers rapists predators stalk and prowl be very very careful ladies!
Socializing indulging nightclubs dancing ***** theaters concerts movies sports and games at the door a goodnight kiss
Seductive passionate ***** copulation excitement the animals howl and the owls hoot the time of beasts.
The mantle of secret criminal lawless ways racketeering vices smuggling whatever deemed as illegal activities
Eerie silence darkness mysterious anxious worst nightmare a bat in the foggy night is there a taxi to take me home? Please!
The writer's friend accompanying him her in lonely wait quest for wisdom answers and inspiration in the wee hours like this.
Night for solemn devotional prayers reflections regrets repentance weep in contemplation or immersed in quite bliss.

A
      sail
        catches
       the wind
       the belly
   full of air
sailing the sea you and I

In all of us lives, like the soul, a shadow
When light shine on you it's beside you
It'll never leaves you like a good fellow
Do things you do, stick to you like glue

Don't find it in the dark as it'll withdraw
Not to a place unknown, the silhouette
Is you, can't own part or all of it by law
Of the universe, not for sale, not for let

Without a shadow of a doubt it's yours
That intergral part of you like the limbs
Light's feeder of shadow's only source
Via sun moonbeam or artificial means

The length of your shadow determined
By slanting trajectory angle of the light
For transparent bodies don't contained
Any shadows yet opaque bodies might

The rules applicable to all living things
And every non livings by the same role
Eon times since planets going in rings
In light in darkness of the deepest hole

See a boy, an eerie wall by candlelight
Casting a distorted figure as his hands
Conjuring a rabbit a dog a bird in flight
Light's back then his joy suddenly ends

A white marble bride luminous
By Jumna a forever beauty sits
Tantalizingly alluring vivacious
Mesmerizing whom she meets

What marvellous workmanship
Every calligraphic sparkling gem
Embedded precise and secrets keep
Unrevealed parish in time with them

Of what grandeur lavished upon her
To immortalize the love everlasting
Symbol decreed upon by her lover
A shrine entombed in true loving

The moon glistening on the earth
Shine over the white marble bride
To Jumna her love had witnessed
An unparalleled devotion of pride

Hold up to her eyes as if to admire
A syringe
Already I can feel the sharp point
Going into my skin
I'm scared I don't know why since
A child I fear
The dreaded needle even the idle
Ones in the drawer
You find in a box amongst buttons
And threads
She said don't worry it'll hurt a tiny
Little bit
Mother said the doctor knows what
To do so sit
Grimaced a sad tinge why needles
Made such pain
Seeing blood extracted it's something
That'll remain in my brain
I'd swear not to go there even with
Treats or threats
Shortly I've to have my normal blood
Test and screen
Oh to go through the same anxiety of
The pain unseen
Without mother's comfort but I know
She's near by my side
Looking over my shoulders to give me
A pat when I cried
There now she'd say that wasn't bad
Was it?
Agreed or not I quietly nobbed

You're the arrow
Master hold the bow
He'll know where you'll go

Mother  valley  vast  experience  motivator
Exuberant  colourful  loving  benevolent
Sympathetic  lecturer  strong
  Caring   protector

Love beckons
do I ought to or do I not
does a lonely heart have a choice
you say let it comes from an inner voice
give not by compulsion but by entrapment
betrayal tearing a secrilege of our love pages
tempest ends a bond we've grown to loath
to you a begger of love my love pledges
softened me broken a secret oath
true love beckons you by
and why not I

A
drop of
water heaven
send compressed be
vaporized fall as droplets
of joy desert sufferers cries for
drops of pain dwellers beg no more
water sustainer from mountain top
rain falling replenish the streams
great lakes rivers oceans begin
with humble crystal pure
drop of water

The sleeping cat curls on the long sofa
He gets love shelter me stroking his ego
If he'd let me enter his dreamy door ajar
To a mysterious world that I could follow
Rendezvous with felines in moonlit glow
And for lust he'd travel far into the night
Satisfying females with amorous delight

The sleeping cat dreams of stalking rats
Scurrying in the tall shrubs and bushes
In the cover of darkness stealthily he sets
Ready to pounce soundless claws lashes-
Swiftly his jaws hold the breathless prey
Nature unstirred he goes on his own way

The cat sleeping like a boat in the harbour
In calm azure sea silently bobbing gently
Inhales and exhales in peaceful slumber
He coils in a fluffy ball lazily next to me
Fancies a dog-less land cats roaming free
Awaken with secrets keep of journey far
He licks rolls and purrs on the long sofa

From a shady cicada tree at break of dawn
Sounther back for respite to heal to rest
Watching pigeons foraging on the lawn
Another day for another night of conquest
His gloved paws have ruffled quite a few hairs
Sired numerous kitties with fair share of affairs

I bake a cake
I take great care to make
I bake the cake
I make for your sake
I take the cake
I make to the lake
I fell asleep and dreamt
I saw a snake ate the cake
I bake and make
for your sake
By the lake
I ran from the snake
That ate the cake
I bake and make
For your sake by the lake
I awake to find the cake I bake
And make for your sake that
The snake ate by the lake
A story I fake

I saw some
mushrooms here together
growing on a log decayed by the weather
this morning they were here now reminiscences
the stools wild delicate looked like mottled houses
from afar build on the slopes on top of a hill spread
around dampened undergrowth on the ground
they settled well
ephemeral though
really I don't know
will they come home
again after the rain
on the log in the
shade  traces
of white
faces

If I can be a
tree what kind of a tree do
I want to be I can be as useful as a
coconut tree an orange tree a banana
tree have some light refreshments at the
pant-tree perhaps join the army and be in
the infant-tree or I can study dentist-tree
carpent-tree I can paint be an artist-tree
but oh I guess you know all I want
to be is free to write and be
a poet-tree

she'll be sitting in her wheel chair
and speaks in the past tense daily
she'll let time fade without a care
and dwell on the if and the if only

she'll be awake or she'll be in a daze
she'll be dreaming of her yesteryears
and let repetitive echoes reveberates
and listening  holding back her tears

if she could just have her youth back
if she hadn't used words so callously
if she could find the means to retract
if she had apologized do it differently

if only she hadn't been so intoxicated
if only she could let him drive instead
if only he didn't have to go needlessly
if only her memories could be deleted
if only she hadn't forsaken her sanity

When I feel
Lonely so lonely
I'd be at a cemetery
I'd go to where you are
I'd be with you to whisper
I'd speak as no one's around
I'd tell things you won't frown
Pour my heart to you evermore
Until my feelings of loss no more
Till become speechless you & me
For underneath the silent earth
In peaceful bliss they'll both be
Dearly to me lay side by side
Mom & dad makes me sad
Through tortures years
Yet memories lingers
Embedded in tears
Marble & stone
I'm still alone

Why God created this pebble
So smooth so small shapely thigh
Warm to my touch warmth by sunlight
And clips it with my thumb and forefinger
Flings it as hard as I could then pick another
A one thinner rounder than the one before
Skips hops and sinks not seen any more
It causes ripples as it skips and hops
The surface of the water then it drops
Silently unhurried calmly into the deep
Somewhere in the pool together they sleep
And searching for the right pebble
Is like searching for someone special
Nice looking good to hold in a certain way
But as soon as I found one I throw it away
Why did God created these pebbles
To see them skip and hop and make ripples
Seeing me having such joy of a simple action
Or to see a boy in me reliving a passion

A
Father
Mountain
Calmly distant
Immovable majestic
Formidable available holistic
Reasonable responsible absolute romantic

Friends since school,
Go own separate ways,
Both aged and thankful,
To God be praise.

Another year,
Another notch in age.
Another chapter,
Another new life page.
To you today
I'm happy to say.......Happy
Birthday