toffee eyes
sweet with intensity
wine red lips
with hints of bubblegum
and orchid
shower affections
that taste of tangerine
and feel like fireworks
mugs of coffee
two-thirds and full
fan whirring with the traffic below
our hearts speaking
awoken in warmth
softness
depth
a pause
let’s breathe
I am beloved
rhythm of a poem
the Lord is gracious
precious meaning
Your name is where my heart begins
Walking on wheels
Arm on a lap of courage
Lost in a universe not quite your own
The door beeps and bodies stream in
You turn, you smile
Some don’t smile back
Some move away
Awkwardness
Round and round
What do you see?
Invisible pearls rolling across the cabin floor
Her brows are knitted
Head against the pole
Forty winks catches her
Your sanctuary
A sudden jolt opens her eyes
She searches for you in a dazed moment
Drink up, hurry my good boy
Hold your bottle right
Look at your wet t-shirt
People turn
To the sound of your fingers drumming
Hand thumping
Head bobbing
What music plays in your mind?
People stare
At a teenage boy
Walking on wheels
Arm on a lap of courage
At invisible pearls on the cabin floor
Trails of a weeping heart
there is a cat splashed in grey and orange
conventionally cute but a wee bit strange
it lies half asleep every morning
on the third floor stairway landing
and reposes in the same spot each afternoon
when the weather’s so hot it will make you swoon
oozing attitude and looking blasé
like an actor nursing a latté in a parisian café
stretched out in complete laziness
often striking dramatic poses
like a feline pornstar rockstar superstar
reclining on the hood of a retro sports car
purring or mewing ever so slightly
when you rub its fat fuzzy irresistible belly
the silly cat on the third floor stairway landing
lives a charmed life with a fairytale ending
hujan menitik melalui bidai
disinari mentari petang
bergemerlapan
umpama berlian
aneh…
luruh
bagai tarian
bagai melahirkan bintang
bagai embun firdausi
indah menghias hati
One of my favourites that often comes to mind when I see radiant pregnant women, watch a group of giggling girls in their (very) late-twenties, hear an infectious hearty laugh emanating from the belly of someone’s rotund aunt, or admire the dignity and quiet grace of little old ladies with silver hair and etched faces…
Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
wahai pujangga cinta
biar membelai indah
telaga di kalbuku
jujurlah pada hatimu
ada apa dengan cinta
dendangan Melly Goeslow
memenuhi kamar
di malam dingin
hujan berenyaian
di bingkai jendela
angin jiwang melayan senyum
riwayat cinta agung
seumur hidup
entah kelentong atau gurauan
pada yang percaya
antara ragu dan sinis
antara harap dan pasrah
antara manis dan pahit
baik terdahulu dari kemudian
khusyuk mencari makna
meneka rencana
pengukir takdir
mengheningkan cipta
bicara cinta
For the one that was almost lost today…
The gangster in me
Resides on my wrist
Stainless steel band
With a plastic face
Chain of Love
The name’s for real
Lament not its look
It is one with my pulse
Mail metal medieval
Links that cross
Bracelet that charms
Keeper of time
Celebrant of memories
An almost fall
A bleeding toe
A relieved sigh
Tough love, baby
Criminal love
But it’s love all the same
For the lil’ mob in you
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