Excerpts from my Bed Of pRoses
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Heya dudes and dudettes..
As requested by DeadPoet, 'ere I have posted, some of my works..
Hope my creations and works touch your lives, in any way, even if it's merely providing entertainment. Give me some feedback, or rate my poems, or just plain criticise me, anything so I could improve my writing. I'd appreciate it a lot.
Drunken Love
What is it?
This burning feeling
That comes for a fleeting
Moment, yet it lingers
Still.
The night before
I wished to do have done something more
but it washed over me
Drenched, now I still am.
I hunger, for something
That I cannot comprehend
a mixed sensation
When I clasp your hand
It sparkled in your eyes
In my heart it doth lie
Unspoken truth
threatening to burst forth
A drowning emotion
Drunken love
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LINGER........
Linger is what I do,
If I am not able to find you.
Never minding the cold or the heat,
Groping in darkness, it is you that I seek.
Even if I find nothing, still I'll be here,
Return to me, here I linger.
Copyright ©2004 Asfi Kay
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Here's more....
"Skin"
(Writer's note: This is one of my first attempts at sestinas. Don't know what one is? visit http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/ to know more. Please give feedback and comments. Hope you like it.)
SKIN
The world has never run out of colour,
But some can only see in black and white.
At the center of it all, the root of the matter,
Lies poor judgement, a lingering plight.
That has plagued humanity, and has long made it suffer,
That time itself can never smite.
Many have wished that they could smite,
This social vexation that has made them suffer.
Heinous remarks accompany their plight,
Sometimes they wonder what is the matter?
Snow falls in winter, a lingering white.
Some of us are reckoned, only by our skin's colour.
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Crimson Fog
Writer's note: This is a poem that I wrote back when I was in the army. Got my inspiration when I was at Adam Park, and suddenly remembered that that place was once a battle site during WW2 where Allied troops tried to hold off the Japanese invasion. Then the voices just, well, sang to me.. and I sat down, and wrote what I heard..
CRIMSON FOG
Dense and choking,
Obscenely suppressing.
Like a river,
Tears will flow from your eyes.
You know not,
Where your tomorrow lies.
In the midst
Of comrades fallen,
Unmoving you lay,
And question the heavens,
"What is this scarlet cloud that surrounds?"
You gaze, but you are blinded,
By red all around.
What has brought you,
To this blood-coloured agony?
What urged you to step foot,
On this unknown country?
For honour and glory,
Your search for victory,
T'was your choices in life,
That was your fallacy.
As you spiral
Into obscure oblivion,
The will to survive
Suddenly jolts you to delirium.
Faltering, you stand,
Only to see something that mocks,
Your punitive prescence,
In crimson fog.
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Purple Prose
Lines,
Fused together,
To make symbols and characters,
That carry meanings,
Expresses feelings.
Defines the essence of emotions.
Words,
Flow gracefully from the hand,
That writes passionately with the pen,
But has no control whatsoever,
On the world now or forever.
The man, he writes on.
Why do you write, oh writer?
Can it be that fame and fortune,
Is what you are after?
Is that not the want of every man?
To be rich and renowned throughout the land.
Words may or may not, make the world better,
But when it touches the lives of one man and another,
That is my opinion, on what makes writing matter.
So here I continue,
To pit purple prose,
Against aesthetic subjects,
That cause endless rows.
Attempting to justify,
A meager existence,
Answering life's challenge,
Trying to make a difference.
Copyright ©2004 Asfi Kay -
Hey Asfi_Kay, thanks for sharing your poems with us. I really like the last two poems that youÂ’ve posted here.
Crimson Fog was really well written, I tried writing war poems before and it was a disaster. For someone who has not seen real combat (I hope there will never been war in Singapore), this poem is very realistic.
As for Purple Prose, it truly describes how most of us feel. Just wondering, but I thought ‘purple prose’ is something we should avoid?
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I wrote the following based on experience... Have a great read..
Husband
Pulse racing
Emotionally stirred
Everytime my eyes cast upon your picture
my heart screams, unheard
You moved me
You shaked me
You left me disturbed
Then last night you kissed me
and left without a word
The suitable someone
You compliment me so perfectly
Every word, every instant,
one thing for me, is existent
Sweet epiphany
When I found out
about another
Whom you have kept secret
from me altogether
I asked and queried
but you kept silent
Then one word was uttered
and it was sufficient
To keep me away
for my heart is now broken
You never told me
You had a husband
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I wrote this one when I was feeling oh so philosophical... 
Q&A
Be, it was Said
and it Became
The Origin, the Supreme
Power and Knowledge
We Question,
That which will not Answer
But we never answered
the Question that was asked
Life is not a Question
It is the Answer
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There was once in my life, when I was so extremely lonely, I took refuge in writing. And this is what I wrote...
Do you remember me?
I am just a-wondering
Where have all the colourful characters
who brightened up my yesterday gone to?
The ones who helped paint my life's picture
Yes, the picture is incomplete
but the people who put the details in it
who make reminiscing the past (be it the day before)
so painfully sweet
nostalgic epiphany
Those who were
once upon a time
I referred to
as my friends
Where are they now?
Do they still remember me?
Do they still know who I am?
Do they know that my life is a sham?
Rain falls at midnight
And ends just before dawn
Cool wind chills my bones
I find my companions gone
Surrounded by strangers
They notice me not
I now walk alone
Unsure if I am distraught
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All poems Copyright ©2004 Asfi Kay -
Here's some newly written poetry by yours truly....
Have a great read..
[u]Single-Bladed Fan[/u]
Turning
With ferocious speed
Yet unfeeling
Your tenacious attempt
At a forlorn cause
To make a simple breeze
To cool down my brazen heart
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Miscontrusion..
A crossing
Lined with trees from paradise
I surmise,
That yonder lies,
Greener pastures and fertile earth
Where greed, gluttony, envy and mirth,
Can never take root, spawn and give birth,
To the many misgivings,
And foolish fallacies of Man.
So the bridge I did span.
And once I was there,
My fancies were shattered and broken.
For I now know,
That I was mistaken.
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Vassal
The hand that gives,
Lingering misery.
The heart that grieves,
For sweet mercy.
Eyes that can see so far away,
Yet is blind to that which is near.
It is come.
It is here.
Can you hear?
It beckons.
I reckon.
'Tis a divine place to be.
Oblivion.
Drifting along,
In timeless infinity.
Existence fulfilled,
Ignorant divinity.
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sometimes my poems are self-explanatory, sometimes you have to really read between the lines, but hey, anyway you want to interpret it, that is your choice to make, not mine...
Understanding can only be sought through questioning.. -
Iron Rose
An iron rose blooms,
in the midst of a forest so black.
See how it glitters,
Petals so beautiful, they shimmer.
Enthralling. Your hands, you can't hold them back.
You reach out to touch,
unnatural beauty as such,
but a rusty thorn, it doth prick,
your finger, it bleeds and you lick,
Crimson blood away.
Taste of iron, in your mouth it lingers still,
Your finger it throbs, the pain, you still feel.
Iron rose, what a wonder you are.
'Tis a pity, I can only admire you from afar.
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www.Relationship.Net
We said, and we chatted.
Exchanged thoughts, we related.
But never did we see each other,
Not eyes, face or figure.
The image of you,
only in my mind do I see.
And I wonder,
What do you perceive of me?
More buttons and keys I do press,
To find out more about you.
Give me permission to access,
Your mind's eclectic point of view.
In different places do we live.
Indifferent to the difference between us.
Ignorant of distance,
Idealised by an instance,
Of perfect communication, such as thus,
That could be conceived,
By speech without sound.
Conversation can still be found.
My heart flutters,
attracted to your personality.
But are you really,
what you said you are to me?
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(Writer's Note: This soliloquy is open to interpretation. What do you think it's actually about? Please give feedback and comments. Thanks)
The Evil Sorcerer
What is this presence that dwells,
Inside of me and makes me unwell?
Am I infected by a disease?
That comes and goes like the summer breeze?
Left behind, I am forgotten.
Cast away like an apple rotten.
My sickness swells,
I cast my spells,
Upon the ones who made my heart burn.
I am not a victim, this is what I choose.
Am I Evil? I have nothing to lose.
I will believe in the choice that I will make,
Even if it turns out to be a serious mistake.
Anger gnaws at my heart full of hate,
Once, I was untainted, but now with a twist of fate,
Salvation will never be within my reach.
Their blessings and grace I will never beseech.
When they burned I did not cry,
And far away did I fly,
Much have I sacrificed for knowledge and power.
Now I am alone,
Heart turns to cold stone,
No one left to call me, the Evil Sorcerer.
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All works copyright© Asfi Kay -
Hee hee, I am sorry I did not read your comments before reading the poem. When I started reading ‘Husband’, I read from a woman’s perspective. So when I came to the last line ‘You had a husband’, I got a surprise, I thought you purposely insert a twist in your poem. Then I read the comments and I realize it was my mistakes.
Actually you can leave out the comments for this poem and let your readers decide if the narrator is a man or a woman. That should be interesting.
When I wrote ‘After Graduation’, I had exactly the same feeling. Where the heck is everyone? Why am I so lonely all of a sudden? Your poem 'Do you remember me?' really brought back some old memories…
And by the way ‘Q&A’ was indeed really philosophical...