Hall of Inspirations 2006
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By peebrain posted on 29 April 2006
midnight, by the palisades
the dead are still dying,
dandering like bonfires
that have emptied their souls
into elemental ash
against a gunmetal sky.
they attempt to crawl back
into their skins, into their faces,
torn apart and split in halves
where bayonets have unwisely struck;
still they sink like mists in the weir,
overlapping each other,
the earth and their tears
rubbed into the groaning darkness,
weighed heavier as fallen stars,
impervious to stranded cries,
dip into stoic reserves, stanch
sacraments to ghosts, exhumed. -
By peebrain posted on 30 April 2006
Cause and mystery
She collapses on cold, glistening tiles
still slippery from rancid soap,
contemplating, oozing acrid earnestness,
the speckled edge of Daddy's razor
palmed from his vanity in the morning.
She's had one too many downers:
Cause and mystery turns to rust.
Her eyes are misty from the steam;
3 o'clock, and her face is the colour
of cold, dead leaves. Fingernails chewed
to the quick, unlined skin scrubbed cleaned
from the pawing of Daddies twice her age.
Limbs akimbo, in a wordless plea:
Cause and mystery turns to rust.
The cellphone lay in pieces, next to
her heaving skin; underneath her socks
and toes were burns, blistered from
the games that people play, working
pallid skin into knots, ribbets plucked
from rooftops and bearded barley.
Misty eyes, wide in wordless plea:
Cause and mystery turns to rust. -
5th DPS (S) Poetry Writing Competition Participating Poems
Taken from Internet
A Precious Moment by Devil1976
The moment arrives,
a sadness forgotten....
The sins being revised,
the thoughts have awakened...
Through the company of grave,
wings that have been deprived....
Through the shatters of dreams,
a day which has been denied... -
Taken from Internet
Stone Destiny by Cliff A
Here am I...
Under the sea of atrocity
Surrounded by dark braziers
Trapped in despair
Evil's omnipotence
Summoning abominable calamity
Took the lifestreams
Of my beloved family
The messenger of fiend
Depravity of an angel
Mercilessly assassinated
Eviscerated my devotion
Droplets of crimson
Pool of blood
Pure pearl plunges
Down my cheek
Standing in front
A huge tombstone
Sepulchral dirge
Cleaving my heart
Stop!
Stop... No more...
This excruciating pain
Too unbearable
Enough...
Spare me...
Let me go...
From this sphere of darkness
Sitting there,
Crying, alienated
40 days and 40 nights
Until I am petrified
Into a stone statue
"The grief-stricken maiden" -
Taken from Internet
Why I Want To Fly by InnoHippo
(Open Category Winner)
If i have wings, I would fly
to a land beyond the rainbow
where the Scarecrow seeks a brain
where the Tin Man longs for a heart
If i have wings, I would fly
along the Yellow Brick Road
to defeat the Wicked Witch
to earn my heart's desire
If i have wings, I would fly
back to the good old days
when Oz-like stories were told
when Mum tucks me in to bed -
Contributed by Bluesky_Liz
Catching Up By Ong Shu Wen
So it turns out that you're
Seeing him and Joyce and Yit are
Together
And this isn't supposed to be news anymore -
Or so you say.
Watching our shadows stretch
Over the rock face
I remember that it is you who instigated this
Meet-up. This Gathering.
To commemorate? To celebrate?
But what to - three years of
Friends Forever?
A stranger trails from behind
Not a tourist but a man who walks
Like he owns the mountain the same way
He owns his camera -
I can see from his smile he's reuniting
With the mountain
But not in the same way
Friends (Forever) reunite
He knows something I don't
And in the brief moments
You smile back at him and Joyce
holds on tighter to Yit's hand
I would rather I got to know this mountain instead. -
Contributed by Bluesky_Liz
Rejection By Dead Poet
As if her casual touch
Is as deadly as her tainted blood.
Daggered stares keep
.............................her at bay. Even her
Shadow weeps
.............................alone. -
Contributed by Bluesky_Liz
Memorable Scenery By Cliff A
The sun shines brightly
Athwart the neverending firmament
Piercing even the densest forest
The allmighty burnished sun
Shines like a coruscating gem
As the time flows
Thick clouds agglomerate
Lovely evening is coming
The sky wears a cummerbund rainbow
Seen as an adorable tapestry
Relaxing...
Gazing at the beautiful sky
Seeing the last remnants of azure blue
The sky is brushed with golden hue
Slowly dims into a velvet oblivion
As night falls
The moon waxes and wanes
Illuminating the dark sky
Accompanied by scintillating stars
Sending a soft glow
Radiating like a halo
Enjoying the night breeze
The cosy ambience
With a cup of ambrosial, piping hot soup
On my right hand
I am enamoured
By the beauty of this place
God's omnipotence
Has created such a wonderful scenery
When the sky
Wears the moon as its pendant
I shall be at the quay
Waiting for a luxurious ship
To take me home
Back to my own country
May I be able to witness
That panorama once again?
All these memories
Will be etched forever
On my memory
I hope...
I can get another bite of cherry
To visit that Arcadia once again -
Contributed by LazerLordz
Have You Seen My Shoes? By ShrodingersCat
Have you seen my shoes, my friend?
I swear! I left them here!
Modern black with flashy whites
Stylish - I am sure they were
Why are they not on my feet, my friend?
This is a good question you ask
You see, the weather was hot
and my feet sweats a lot
And one, really doesn't feel I should put to task
our friendship if I have to walk around
your house with my odourous feet
So i decided to air
my two unwholesome pair
Which was quite a backbreaking feat
I tried to scrub a bit between the toes
Did I mention there was a whole lot of grime?
and some unindentified species of moss?
Come on, being a little dirty is not a crime!
Oh there were specks of little creatures too
From my shoes they fell
About a hundred of them - kind of cute they were
But harmless - one could tell
Allow me to confess though, my friend
The emanation was an abomination
If I wax lyrical - the smell was almost physical
and rather Alive - as if it has awaken
and taken on a life of its own
kind of a volatile, hostile tang it had
One could almost taste the stench
It was really quite so bad
Are you feeling alright, my friend?
Why have you turned so white?
Stop stuttering and stammering
and start worrying about my plight
What did you say? Shoes? Walking past?
Without feet attached you say?
You are making me more than a little frustrated
If you continue this jesting play
What did you mean, from just behind me
my shoes have walked away?
by themselves down the lane
in the bright light of the day?
Enough! If you do not wish to help
Just be honest and say so
Wipe that horrified look off your face
And speedily I would go
Hey! I have not finished yet
Where are you going so hastily?
What? Run? In what, my friend?
My feet are naked you can see!
Ah! What is this! My Shoes!
I must have missed it, though I swear
it is really kind of a little curious
for I remember ... looking there... -
Contributed by LazerLordz
Why WonÂ’t They Come? By Dead Poet
For them, we gladly imitate animals
like those in corporate zoo.
Here a mindless monkey leaping
desperately, trapped in a urban cage.
There a grumpy duck stuck
between frozen lake and uncertain sky.
But why wonÂ’t they come?
If they want, we can even be more outrage,
just try us. Watch me pee
right here, right now,
the world is my private loo.
Perhaps now we have their full attentions?
Are we not expressive enough?
But still why wonÂ’t they come?
Maybe they are ashamed
of how others may perceive them.
Or maybe theyÂ’ve chosen
to be temporary blind.
They do have a choice you know.
But wait! An audience – a child,
Sitting alone at the edge of reason.
Watching her, we held our breath
as if the purpose of our existence depends
solely on this little girl.
She yawns. -
Contributed by LazerLordz
Oblivion By prayingbudda
(Open Category Winner & Judges’ Choice – Gilbert Koh)
He sits on a seat
not meant for him,
he tilts his head
and rests.
The world goes by
without his noticing,
and oblivion becomes
his name.
Not only is oblivion
his name now, but his
being, his nature and
his soul.
A temporary respite
for the tired man,
oblivion visited
and claimed.
But when oblivion
leaves the man, he
looks around him
and sees
A world going by
without noticing him,
oblivion already theirs
as claimed. -
Contributed by LazerLordz
Twilight By dsnake1
(Judges' Choice Overall Winner - Alvin Pang & Eric Low)
This much i know
the streets of the city
............ the alleys, the lanes
Once life was kinder.
this old trishaw and me
fetching
tai tais to markets
........ to mahjong games,
chatting
the cabaret girls
........ hear their sad stories.
Now there is not much to do
kill my time
under a shade
roll a cigarette
sometimes an
occasional tourist
..... takes my photo
..........gives me
..........some loose change
how long can these
tar-stained lungs
.......... arthritistic limbs
................. take me?
the city will not defeat me
only death will
then the bureaucrats
........ have to bury me
This much they owe. -
Contributed by LazerLordz
The Road of Love – Endless By Lau Cheng-Xun
The year it was twenty forty-five,
There lived a man sitting by the river for twenty years of his life.
Looking at the river that was so tranquil,
One could never imagine how he actually feels.
The year it was twenty zero-two,
The man was then a seventeen year old fool.
His eyes caught sight of a beautiful lady,
And he felt lucky he would be seeing her daily.
He used to think only fools fall in love,
For fools fall deep without seeing whatÂ’s above.
But when he saw the lady he instantly knew why,
For love and Juliet Romeo would die.
Twenty zero-five and itÂ’s graduation day,
The man and the lady would go separate ways.
His three years were up and he resigned to fate,
But still he wasnÂ’t willing to give up the wait.
Ten years twenty years quickly flew by,
Each night the man would softly cry.
He ought to have given up on her by now,
But his heart refuses to no matter how.
Forty-three years on he is now an old man.
Living alone on a faraway land.
The last time I saw him he was seen,
Telling a great story of the most wonderful girl he met when he was seventeen. -
By duke_argonath posted on 6 May 2006
The Ants
Perched on the bowl,
I sit and watch
The ant that crawleth,
Toward my crotch
It stumbles through long,
And curly hairs
I chuckle with glee,
At how he fares
It covers muscle,
After rippling muscle
Its aim apparently,
Would be my castle
Tired of watching
I flick it away
For since I am done,
I can no longer stay
But as I get up,
To pull up my pants
IÂ’m greeted by a sight,
Of swarming red ants
As I am covered
From my head to my toe
I think to myself
In mind numbing woe
Smart little critter,
He called many a friend
Muscle or no,
Thus I meet my end -
By peebrain posted on 6 May 2006
april of never
April is over, four warm weeks
without repose, the hazy hues of dying summer
bathe our bodies as we sleep, and wake, and breathe.
Our words, full against our mouths, unable to express
the luscious intent that shelters the nights,
fall short, stumble while we trace idle paths
down the blades of shoulders, linger on impatient skin.
From barred windows, we lose count of the faint,
dying glow of stars; satellites will soon displace
sinuous promises we vow never to break,
our fingers twine like devoted creeper, growing
into each other, your sigh synthesized into mine. -
By casino_king posted on 6 May 2006
The sky is overcast and grey
The sky is overcast and grey
Elections are on today
Heaven is sad
The prognosis is bad
For the poor the weak the oppressed
So why not send a note
Together with your vote
The money that was given
Cannot buy you from heaven
You're one with the poor the weak the oppressed
You're one with heaven -
By ShrodingersCat posted on 12 May 2006
I thought that girl was hot
I thought that girl was hot
and decided to give it a shot
But when I said "Hi Sugar"
She handed me a booger
A dried one - not some watery snot
Not one so easily put off
I merely politely coughed
and handed her a gem
of my yellowy soft phelgm
But to my surprise - I was rebuffed -
By S-wordsman posted on 17 May 2006
A Modicum of Truth
You call for pizza, remembering the jingle,
"748-48-48; Send-For-It-For-It-For-It,"
Exchanging words for numbers-
Clever.
You switch on the television.
Budget talks on Channel 5,
Men exchanging numbers and words-
Too clever.
The state promises to deliver,
Delivering promises.
The doorbell rings.
Nowadays, they deliver anything for a price.
Money,
Is on everybody's mind.
Is this why I'm struggling to get an 'A'?
I cannot learn this way.
I need to rise above all that-
Greed, lust and lies.
But these are everywhere.
On magazine covers, newspaper headlines,
On the lips of taxi drivers, celebrities,
The politicians on TV.
The television cables entwine
The truth.
The swiftness of information
The currency of what they call knowledge
Is nothing but a tide of confusion.
Eroding mountains whereon true genius lies,
Perverting the peaks to depths unthinkable.
Modern wisdom serves one purpose,
To buy, acquire, purchase,
How can I express it simply?
Greedy genius-I mock the use, I mock the times.
They make me blame myself for laziness.
I say, "Cruel indolence besets the wearied mind."
Now my wandering wisdom with waning steps,
Struggles to scale, to search for higher ground.
Can anyone scale but in modest motions
The mountain of wisdom; the nearest to the sky.
There are no mountains where I live
Only towers of modernity, the scrapers of the sky,
With satellite dishes which shrink the world
And show us all
But we do not see
The marching army of madmen-who exist
For pursuit of wealth, pride, pleasure-
In no particular order.
No order.
But here I mount the massive mountain of the mind
Against the tide of modernity; the slime of red or green or lime
(That depends on the colour of your credit card)
Cannot ever douse this climbing desire.
I yearn to claim the mountain of modest truth,
The only truth that counts in time.
For the mind cannot fall asleep
Though spirit denied the time to keep
Searching for the answer.
Because today there exists but a modicum of truth,
Through the perilous path of modern survival,
And those who do not know this
Continue to ask, "What's the frequency for that channel?" -
By duke_argonath posted on 7 May 2006
He sits and waits
By the pearly gates
For peter and his flaming sword
To let him in
His grand domain
Another wayward ward
But thereÂ’s no light
This bitter night
To guide this weathered soul
Only scattered coughs
And stagnant troughs
Amidst the stinging cold
“Perhaps some day”
I hear him say
“I’ll leave this world for good”
He huddles inside
His oxen hide
And pulls down on his hood. -
By jasonification posted on 11 May 2006
flashes of flashes
the sky is dark
my eyes are glazed
and so's my heart
enter the cracks
that sever my soul
and the graveyard moans
that shatter my bones
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thought is where insanity thrives
and makes its home
in the folds of the fabric of dreams
and where its needles corrupt and tear the fabric
till all but shreds are left
mingling with reality
until a patchwork is formed
where fantasy is seamlessly sown with fact
and nothing is clear anymore
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stared down at dinner's fish and i thought it moved its tail
the peas and carrots sitting beside it, they sure did smell quite stale
the chicken, the pork, this whole dinner hoo-haa,
it makes a kiddo like me shudder, wince and turn so very pale
the sauce on top looked like a gooey slime trail
steam from the food ‘odors’, pungent as hyena exhale
I moaned and groaned as I sniffed the air
I dare no wonder or imagine how my tastebuds would fare
Looked down at my toes, wriggled, curled and counted them
Why canÂ’t I have ice-cream, cookies or jam
instead of Gravy that clings, like glue, gel and phlegm
as my mind slowly wandered and dreamt
i saw cotton candy clouds and lollypop trees
red, yellow, green, within a rainbow sheen
Soda flavored rivers and apple juice seas
such joyful brain pictures, it makes my chubby face grin
i clanked my bowl, i twirled my spoon
my fork parachutes peas, up and over the moon
they flew up high, before they dived down
and then in gramma's soup, they drowned
I bowed my head, tilted it, and slanted my gaze
Looking at no one, I prayed hard no one would look my way
bashfully i lifted my spoon again to eat
the ‘stuffs’ on my plate which were anything but a treat -
By jasonification posted on 13 May 2006
passing intrest in the current news
shows the state of the world in different hues
of red, black and purple satin
be it in english, french or even latin.
the death toll worldwide slowly increasing
does this show the apocalypse is evidently nearing?
"perhaps it is" my heart is softly fearing.
yes, that includes you, those with impaired hearing.
then i look out my window and see sunshine
i shrug my shoulders and say "ahhhh..the world's doing just fine"
i look at my clock and see that it's nine,
after which i jump in front of my computer and log into Dead Poet's Society Online -
By jasonification posted on 14 May 2006
imagine words without meaning
and songs without tune
imagine light without brightness
and craziness without loon
imagine laughter without glee
and passion without fire
imagine people without souls
and cables without wires
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betrayed by my imagination,
i believed in myself more than i should
and the sugar plum faeries that dance in my head
were just rotting apples painted with red.
it's not a vivid imagination that brings you down the most
but an imagination that gives you hope
beyond what's realistically simply true.
it's more than thoughts of exaggeration
or of mind boggling weirdness.
that's what this poem appears to be
and that's what it is. -
By Mirumoto posted on 16 May 2006
Marzipan
Like tangled wires on a breadboard
Your mind rests on the edge
Chiseled and cut from younger misdirects
A tender finish to your Marzipan
To the untrained, and the unworthy
Rubbed raw and already listless from the day's turn
The phantom fruit grips bitter
Sometimes juicy flesh is better
Longing , by the roadside towards home
A moment to keep for the gentle worm
Lingering around in that Marzipan soul
Working its way to your brew, cracks wait for the paint to dry.
Smoke , Mirrors and that layer of Ice
Nope. No sugar , no spice.
Pour over those dregs into the sink
Preserved fruits are best sold cold. -
By jasonification posted on 20 May 2006
Long shadows play along the ground
The sand between our toes
The whistling of the wind in our ears
As words don't play a part in what we say
More of the feeling of the moment
And the vast beauty of the coast.
Breaths intermingle with the salty mist
As two hands grip each other tightly
And as the waves tickle feet, once dry
Time was an eternity
And light was our salvation
That summer
With my grandpa and I. -
By Aeolius77 posted on 18 May 2006
Stuck
Another blocked sink;
I stare morosely as I try to think
in fluid waters, liquid thoughts.
Yet the water refuses to move. Stuck.
I pump the plunger
furiously, to work up a pressure
so that bottom vacuum pulls
the water down. Still the path refuses to clear. Stuck.
So tired. So out of breath.
Yet I long for crystal images
that once adorned my pages.
I yearn for egg and wreath.
As the clock ticks nonchalant to spite me,
to tell me that which flows right through
my hands,
I wish its hands get stuck.
As the sink continues its motionless rebellion,
My mind, in stubborn parallel, gets blocked.
I throw down my tools,
Plunger and pen.
In sudden hedonism
I turn on the tap full blast and now the water flows not through, but over and out and above
the sink to overflow and drown whatever f.ucking thing is in its path.
So desperate. So tired.
I want to drown and maybe hope to find the flowing watery words in my death.
But even that, in the light of a stuck sink,
is a futile hyperbole.