Beautiful minds endure erosion of time.
Beautiful faces fade with time.

Beautiful minds come with years of cultivation.
Beautiful faces are shallow promises.

Beautiful faces are lucky inheritance.
A beautiful mind, your soul truly reveals.

By

Wyle Tan

Ode to Poseidon

Behold, immortal Poseidon on bellowing steeds
Rushing, foaming in front my tent,
Waving high his mighty trident,
Stirring heaven and making her cry.

'Where are you going?'
'To the seas, to the seas," Poseidon replies.
'Why the rush? Tarry a moment with me.'
'No, no,' he explains, 'There's a troubled sailor at sea.'

Off he jumps over a fallen bough he goes,
With his white, yellow chariots in tow.

Silent night, holy night
Silence and wholeness  
Make us honest
Day and night

Tiny swallows circle far above
White clouds
Carefree and gay

Below my heart wanders within
Dry stones
Heavy and sad

How long before I can soar
Unshackled?

Come evening stars
Enlighten my way


By Wyle Tan

Alone,
Red flower with no admirer
Fragrance dissipated

Alone,
You are not here not there
Your body emptied

Alone,
Why am I here
Waiting for?

Pink Periwinkles waving along
Various birds singing together
Amidst cool breeze
Under shadows of a palm tree
Listening in the garden of my home
Peace, solitude.
Oh, what a blissful life.

no speak evil
see no evil
evil no hear
world lies dumb
blind
deaf
incapacitated

When Sun and Moon have found their place,
Angels gather as witnesses of first birth.

"Let there be life," Theos proclaims.
Incipient buds appear. Promise of Beauty forever.

Life bursts forth.
Flowers and weeds grow together.

Weary gardeners tend the soil.
Angels in silence weep when flowers fall.


by
Wyle Tan

God cares for sparrows,
flowers for a day that fade away.
Will He not care more for you,
His forever child?

Sun rising of orange glow
Old cranes creaking in tow
To work, to work
Here we must go

After slight rain
Around my garden I stroll

Unexpected wild white orchids grow
I pause
Imbibe ****** fragrance
Before it's gone

Beauty often dress in surprise

Waves, waves  
White sand churning
Racing along the shores

Clear water
Fishes darting
Swimming in the sea

A visitor
Alone fishing
Standing on corals

While I sip coconut
In shade
Reading philosophy

Good morning from Chumphon, Thailand

I awake with happy birds
and country roosters' crow
lazy and slow

I pity busy morning
filled with noisy cars
rushing downtown
anxious and hurried with cares

By Wyle Tan

Pensive moments
Aglow with mellow candlelight
Counting rain drops
In the night


By Wyle Tan
@ Puchong, Malaysia, December 2018

When we go alone on a one-way journey
Leaving behind family, home, friends
We weep the loss

Loneliness and sadness fill our hearts
With misty eyes we wave goodbye

A struggle begins within
To leave or to stay
Leaving this weariness
Staying with familiar memories

Only comfort we know
A new tomorrow
Only to meet again

“I rebel; therefore I exist.”
― Albert Camus

The herd live normal lives.
What's a normal life?

Isn't it to taste again a retrieved piece of last night's meal from between one's teeth?
Isn't it an old lover, shriveled and lame, trying to re-experience the ecstasy of his first teen love but lost long ago?
Isn't it to rekindle a calling when passion has grown cold?

A normal is an old movie.
A normal is stale saliva.
A normal is stable center on a spinning wheel.

A normal offers a shelter, but no home.
A normal binds two together, but no love.
A normal sustains life, even luxuries, but no joy.

A rebel lives beyond.
He is fluid nothing.
His home is anxiety.

Only Zeus is immovably still, unchanging silence.
Out of boredom, he creates time.
A rebel is a ******* infant of Chronos.

Icy stream
Silvery fishes swimming
Cool air
Chicken roasting over
Ruby fire
Friends in a circle
Keep hearts warm


by Wyle, 30 July 2017, 11.02 pm.

The strength of people's voice, loud and clear
Can any elected representatives speak
As loudly, as clearly as the people?

True courage and democratic freedom
When people gather and march unconfined
Not cowering in their corner
Only to hear their pitiful squeaks

If it must rain, let it not drizzle disappointingly
Let the trumpet sound from the hills
Not under your bed, but let the light of freedom
Blaze fiercely

peace
with Muse
alone
meditating
brings luminous Light

Her sister died alone

That night she wept
Followed with Mahjong
And went fishing next

I saw Heavens in disarray!

By Wyle

Soft scents of new frangipanis
Waft gently over evening sprinkles
Tasting sweet orange Kumquats
Under green canvas umbrella

(@Puchong, December 2018)

In time of darkness
A soft wispher
I hear the Word: Let it Be, Let it Be.

In hour of darkness
Your faithless prayers are heard
In dead Silence
"Let it be, let it be"

In days of darkness
We see fearful people
Rushing around
In fruitless actions
Instead, "Let it be, let it be"

Bulbul's early mornings
Her rich, throaty songs
Welcome another day
Not far away she and I find happiness

By Wyle
Singapore