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The Ocean

The sun’s golden hues
Illuminate the ocean
He, iridescent
Reminiscing the journey
Glows peaceful and smiles, at peace.

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111 Days Walking

On New Year’s Day 2019, I lost a dear friend to reckless driving. 

Few months back, he’d mapped it out and said that it would take only 111 days to walk to where I am. This poem is inspired by that conversation.

Here you go Niekje.

You said you’ll be
Right over, it‘s only 111
Days walking;
I said I’mma put the
Kettle to boil and make you
Some koffie

Why didn’t you come
Right over, it‘s only 111
Days walking;
If you did you’d (still) be here
With me, and none of this
Would‘ve happened.

You liar.

You said I got plenty
Of time, cuz it‘ll be 111
Days walking;
But that quiet New Year’s
Morning has taken you further
From me away

And you’re never gonna
Come anymore, not with 111
Days walking;
I know you didn’t want to go
This way, and I know you were
Fighting for your life
But that driver was too reckless
You had too short a ride

I’mma put the
Kettle to boil and make you
Some koffie, and you
Can have some after
111 days walking.

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No Pics Today

Today I didn’t make any pics
While I was spending time with
Fam and having a simple meal, just
Like the good ol’ days when
Privacy was still valued
Conversations were audible
And time slowly spent gazing
Truly into their eyes.

Merry Christmas. 😉

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Love Everlasting

Wishing one and all a Christmas filled with warmth and inspiration.

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(Photo Location: Fengshan Presbyterian Church, Kaohsiung City, Taiwan)

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Serendipity for Christmas

The train doors slid open with a mechanical sweep and she stepped in amongst the other passengers.

Always, she is plugged into her earphones and always, she prefers to lean against the glass panel at the doorway.

The doors remained gaping as the last human trickles filtered in, as he did, through the very doorway she had entered.

Like her, he chose to lean against the glass panel at the doorway, right across from her.

Instinctively, she looked up in the same instance that he did.

Their eyes met.
And they held each other for a few moments.

And in those few moments, her mind was darting through her memories to recognise his face, as he too seemed to be doing.

A sense of wonderment surged through and made her hold up a hand to her mouth in delighted astonishment; across from her, amazement shone from his eyes as a smile crept onto his face, and he came towards her.

To quote him, a serendipitous encounter as such is a magnificent Christmas gift.

And it is. 🙂

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Ode To The Gibraltar

Serendipity falls on a
Rainy day, when I found him
Secluded, quite hidden away

I don’t think we’ve met
No, we haven’t – yet

So I stayed and discovered
Him, of exceptional taste
When we parted I prayed
We would meet again with haste.

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The Human Race

She asked me, with a
Chirpy smile if I was going to
Get the latest mobile phone, not
Unlike the rest of them enquiring of
Other material goals and milestones
That signify a successful life.

Or do they?

Don’t get me wrong, there’s
Nothing wrong with seeking still
Greater gratifications, for
Life is already such a tedious chore
That surely a little indulgence –
Perhaps two – would lend meaning.

Or do they?

I tarried to explain that I already
Own the greatest treasure
One could ever have –
A soul unshackled by carrots of
The human race, living by its calling
Past the end of human days

So I just smiled and replied that
I have not that need, and pray one
Day, that their burdens be light
And their yoke easy.

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