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Sunday, 28 February 2016

The Blue Antler

The Blue Antler

We held hands at 10pm last night.
You were too fragile and I was harsh.
We crossed the crowded street with might.
There were strange cabs, but we didn't rush.

You carried her with extra care.
She pretended not to notice.
She told her heart not to fear.
As you continuously walked with grace.

"Soon you'd leave this place", she said.
But you'd be back as you promised.
Now,more poems she will write for you.
Would you love them? Yes or no?

Days will come and we'd be miles apart.
You'd be surely busy, I'm sure about that.
Please spend  quality time with your mum.
Later, tell me how you've been with a wham!

Saturday, 27 February 2016

The Flight Back

The Flight Back

You thought you weren't sweet enough and you never cared.
You took the flight back with the ego I once dared.
Dared if you'd call me babe in Viber while picking up my meds.
At the airport, you took a snap of what I asked you to purchase.

At Holiday Gold, I couldn't keep myself from giggling.
Jen asked, "Are you talking to your beloved man?"
I smiled, and gently nodded with the sweetest way if grinning.
Wait, I gotta go to the lake to read a good one.

Have you seen the photos I took to remember how great this day is?
Oh, I have almost forgotten you're still on your way back home.
If I had a chance to hug you tight and blow you a kiss;
I'd definitely own you-you're mine and only mine in that dim room.

You said you're heading to the Old Quarter.
I know you've been  tired from the long haul.
Thank you because tonight's escape would definitely matter.
So here I am, in front of the temple waiting for your next call.

Thursday, 25 February 2016

How it Started

How it Started

It started as soon as I… extended my hand to his fond, soft palm, one lazy Thursday morning.
I couldn’t remember his name but he looked familiar…”Have I seen him before?”
Sometimes, I hate thinking about the fact that he showed up without a warning.
I wasn’t prepared, and the only thing that I recalled was the white cotton shirt he wore.

He left taking my contact number with him, whilst me asking, “Would he even bother?”
In a few days, he gave me a ring, asking my day…then it quickly became his habit.
Deep inside me, I was hesitant, scared that he’d add up to the scars in the past.
It wasn’t long ago that my heart was broken; I thought that French man was no other.

Thick, copper walls were built as stronger as the warm hazy days passed by.
I made sure my soul was sealed, and made it difficult for him to make a move.
There were days when I had to stand him up, as my mind refused to comply.
Now that I’m his, the only thing I can do to keep him is to pray for his unfailing love.

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Where Art Thou?

My 7th poem for him....

Where Art Thou?

Who would call me tonight?
Who would ring me for three nights?
It sounds so clingy though.
But what can I do-I miss you.

So bad, but be glad you got my heart.
I'd wait so patiently til the weekend comes.
No worries, none can tear us apart.
Even an herd of  gossip lambs!

Dream about me at dawn will you?
Under the  dim streetlights of Bangkok.
Read my last message, will you?
As I keep the spices from yesterday's cook.

Your hoarse whispers I'm about to listen.
I heard you said, "How are you my dear?"
Oh, I'm by the window peepin'
Til I hear your sweet voice clearer.

Goodnight Babe!
God bless you always.

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Late Night Dinner

My 6th poem for him:

Late Dinner Date

Last night was the sweetest date,
I've ever had with you.
Random stories, giggles and chitchats,
only us both know.
It seemed like seconds passed by,
so fast like a whirlwind.
Your hugs and cuddles for minutes are
so precious I didn'want to amend.

I'm blessed to be home where,
your heart longs for me.
The place where the scent of the
sweetest perfumes are found.
No, we're not in Paris nor Milan,
but our romance never goes ugly.
This is where our contented souls
are meant to bound.

You're not a man too sweet in words,
yet you've mended my broken soul.
And helped me bury my darkest past into,
the desert invisible even to a curious owl.

Friday, 19 February 2016

A Morning Call

My 5th poem for him... soon will be on the hard copy.

A Morning Call

You turned my literally gloomy morning,
Into the best "idiom" of the day.
Pretty eyes on my screen whilst ringing,
Gave me love as soon as you started talking.

I laughed when you said, "Oh, my gosh!"
"Couldn't see your name on my call list last night."
I knew you were tied up, so don't rush.
Baby, you've done enough more than a knight.

You've taught me patience, trust and faith.
Each day, I learn how to truly appreciate,
The simple, yet sincere things you do for me.
Thank you, for you never fail to value me.

If I had a song to sing only for you today,
I'd softly whisper the lines, into your ears.
"Yes, just listen, and tell me how's your day."
Did you just say, "Cheers, gone are your fears!"

Notes: Positive thoughts turn gloomy days into the brightest sun shining behind the Nimbostratus.


This is my 4th poem for him.


What if one day I'd wake up beside you for real?
Your face so close to me, as if something is to unveil.
What if one day, I'd wake up with only our memories?
Staring at our one and only "wefie" and your old messages.

Questions aren't clear enough for anyone to answer.
Only God knows what your heart desires.
Does it sincerely pray and fight for her or,
Still wandering around for sweeter pearls?

Pain, oh yes it must be a bit painful to think,
About what's the future behind this await.
You asked me once, "Will you wait for me?" with a wink.
I said, "Yes..." without anything to bet.

Prayers surely change things they say.
Would I stop kneeling to Him begging,
To be in your arms endlessly?
Oh, how I long to have our happiest ending.

Notes: Sometimes you have to be extremely patient to wait and keep the faith that the person you're into right now is the one God has sent you.

Thursday, 18 February 2016

Meet Me Halfway

This is my 3rd poem for him.

Meet Me Halfway

I sincerely apologise for being selfish.
As to compromise is more than a wish,
From the hearts that are deeply in love,
Along with respect, trust, and all of the above!

Last night, you were on the other line.
Been hours since waiting patiently in line,
To utter the words, “I’ve got something to tell you.”
You assured, “alright tell me what I need to know.”

Babe, I’ve been so self-centred, and careless.
Pardon me if I’ve forgotten I’m no princess.
I’m a woman, with a great man;
A man who loves his Almighty One.

My prayers for us are fadeless;
Even stronger than the tempest.
The songs I’ve written only for you,
Would be kept until we both say, “I do.”

Tuesday, 16 February 2016

My “Goat’s” Notes

Here's to the second poem for him. 

My “Goat’s” Notes

She wrote about you once.
Would you give her another chance?
Your notes might spice up her words.
So, she won’t run out of thoughts.

Hey, she hated your saxophone once.
Yet, wants to give you a wicked glance,
As you gently presses its keys.
Whilst secretly telling you, “one more please!”

You cook; she munches like a gold fish.
She annoys you, you give her patience.
You sing; she childishly smiles.
And she demands quick replies.

Sometimes, she asks…
“Has he thought about me today?”
“How about last night’s tasks?”
“Did he finally, dream about me, anyway?”