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i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring has begun
my dearest Daddy’s Birthday is done

he is not a man of celebrations
i want to disclose this personal’s manifest

as his blueprint, i am really beatific
i am very fortunate to be able to recollect
all and everything

to be your beloved daughter
is one most precious and delightful evidence

such a coziest feel to have you in my presence
you embody all that is calm and peaceful
no other impervious Daddy then you, my handsome sensitive

your BirthDay, dearest Daddy is never nebulous
the reputations you left us are all fabulous

you told me tales, they are in fact realities
you are one of a kind, your mind so sublime
you constantly cared and loved me, i am your prime

i love to tell superlatives about you
you deserve the most, dearest Daddy,

i am very proud of you, of your humor and your visions
your cartoons, drawings, and your fascinating paintings
you conjured magic in all your writings

C.C. was your weekly talkings
Charlie was your weekly walkings
in the world of Charlie Chan

i am very fond of you, my very talented Daddy
i know your world too, owned by you as a stage performer….
i remember everything, every detail hidden in my mind

i wish to reveal the most precious thing
last night i went to your place, i was wondering
you were not there, i started sobbing….

© Sylvia Frances Chan
21st March 2017
May he rest in Peace. May he have a Happy BirthDAY in Heaven on the 21st March on Tuesday....
He died too young too soon, my greatest grief on that day.
The Lord gives, the Lord takes at His Time....
 May 2017 Yusof Asnan
Megan H
The surprise
As the cake comes toward me.
The amazement
As I gaze at the number.
Sixteen. Sixteen candles.

The embarrassment
As people surround me and sing.
The disappointment
When I make the very same wish
That never comes true.

The wonder
As my mother stares at me
The sadness
As I know I feel
Without my father here.
 May 2017 Yusof Asnan
brooke
if i am a dead language
then you are fluent, and
if mandarin is the hardest
form of discourse then you
learned me as a back-up--

I have always been a tangle
a mess of overreactions and
sentimentalities, too proud
to call for help or be pulled
from the rough convinced that
if it  must be done at all
it must be done by sheer
willpower and
iso
      l at ion

i am trying to unlearn that
i do not have to be alone
but it's in the company you choose
that some mistakes are too deep
and coiled to come back from

if i am dead language then
i am old norse, a handful of
runes and sounds falling off
the tongues of no one special
just scholars and politicians
struggling to make sense
but not all too
concerned
in the first
place.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017

just relax, it'll be okay.
it'll be okay.

the recording is here, sorry, i don't sound like usual:
https://soundcloud.com/brooke-otto-597708624/sounds-and-letters/s-F7xUg
 May 2017 Yusof Asnan
Luna Marie
Within the vast wilderness,
Is our love hidden from all.
Invincible, but merging
Forbidden to bloom
Been learning some different poetry forms. This one is a dodoitsu, has a syllabic structure 7-7-7-5 and no rhyme and often concerns love
 May 2017 Yusof Asnan
José
I remember waking up early,
hours before dawn.
Rush to the kitchen,
make sandwiches and yawn.

Pilfer the keys to my mother's car,
and make my way to you.
Your dormitory from my house
was a journey far.

The way your sleepy face would light up
as you came down the stairs,
our eyes would meet,
smile and greet.

In the darkness at the beach,
I parked unobtrusively and out of reach.
Your head rested on my shoulder,
we sat in silence, communicating without words.

The way my hands tangled in yours,
the smell of the morning air,
fishermen by the coast
scavenging with their flash lights.

Then the sun would peek it's weary head,
above the horizon - the night was officially dead.
As my sight adjusted,
I would glance at eternity contained in your eyes.

For a second, that one second we'd never get back,
the atmosphere was just enough,
The sun began to flicker,
and it was just enough bright.

©  2017 José
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