the plague of clouds

the plague of clouds

across the thread,
tiny it sat,
till hope resorted to ginseng,

sunk eyes drips black,
it's vision’s had,
in iris a scream’s vain.

where should be hole,
black blood stub folds,
out of the oesophagus

and of it’s toes,
to upright holds,
done nails at 10 it’s figures

in so the reap,
the wondering doctors,
sew in a bag of sperms

in 2nd edition ,
a whore audition,
the leak of milk when spun

He needed the naught,
when vile-s are caught,
accused the innocent wet tart,

whom carries the 9,
loses sleep at night,
love a cursed by heart.

In haste a hiss,
maggots filled armpit,
the lick of a pus filled wound

a try dismissed,
at mindless feet,
lust from a previous worn.

and furry white,
shed their spite,
hairs cover the tasteless rough

their efforts hide,
a blur of hide,
and also a crooked path.


© apoet 12 june 2008 1.00pm

enough of noise

ah,
enough of the death
that keeps coming

enough of the sad
so needs crying

enough of the young
that keeps dying

so that we be able to keep on a-feeling


enough of systems,
that keeps failing

enough of faith,
that keeps waning,

enough of love
constantly thinning,

it's ok to fall if we keep on a-living


enough of urs
problems and whining,

enough of urs
daring and doing

enough of urs
scolding and fighting,

it’s my noise I want to be hearing.


Enough of god,
living and warning

Enough of messiahs
helping and healing,

Enough of followers
proving and promising

it’s okie to be living to one day be dying.

© apoet 10 june 2008

“…what I saw at punggol field…”

“…what I saw at punggol field…”..

I saw…

…so in peace laid angelic white
to rest did she from such tedious fight
who seek the ways of trust and faith
Upon by god has her name a place.

Posters show at the side of the hall,
creeds and tolls hath she endured,
of sad things that man can’t cure,
she did with a smile, which we all adore.

I wonder at tears that will not cease,
Still with years for a sad like this,
Yet I see not eyes of sympathy,
But a sense of calm tranquility

In awe I knew what she hath done,
not the blog nor the site she runs
she cure the fear of death like magic,
oh, not trivial, but just heroic.

© apoet 3.09 pm 3^rd june 2008

Just for the wonder-woman at http://www.wearewonderwomen.com/blog/