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 Mar 2020 Alona
Carlo C Gomez
Get back in your cage, Dorothy
Let nature observe
Let sharks encircle
Let random impulses
Bring toe-curling raptures
Upon your dreamy imprisonment

Tin, this cage
In which you dwell
Straw, this sky
From which it fell
The only road out of your anxiety
Requires swallowing a pill
As big as the heart of a lion

You want so desperately to leave
Just click your heels
And repeat three times
"There's no place like home"
Then floor it
When the light turns yellow
The little bird no longer flies
she sits and mourns her broken wings
her tattered feathers, faded now
will never feel the breath of spring.

She sings now for the life she lost
a silent sweet lament
such sad refrain, if heard aloud
would break the hearts of men

The little bird falls quiet now,
Her end is drawing near
and not a single soul will know
that she was ever here.
 Mar 2020 Alona
Dr Peter Lim
.....but my poems
their teeth they have not lost
despite my ageing body
still I'm happily tossed

in the endless sea of words
vibrating in each ripple
free as the winds-- steadfast
in every syllable

there is such splendour
in growing old-- I envisage
a new world of becoming
the calmness without rancour or rage

even unto the last night  
in the time of no returning
one more poem I will still write
though my hand might be trembling.
 Mar 2020 Alona
Dr Peter Lim
Epitaph
 Mar 2020 Alona
Dr Peter Lim
Only some glances
     nothing seen in full view
     broken sentences
     written in dark-blue
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