A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination.
A log of our magnificent journey.
|In the Navy,
coffee in the morning,
coffee in the afternoon,
coffee all day long.
coffee in the engine room,
coffee in the boiler room,
coffee everywhere you go.
Fuel oil delivers power to drive propellers;
coffee provides energy to get sailors through the day.
|Stately lighthouse marks jutting coast.
Relentless sentinel of hope
throws pulsing beams into the dark
for souls who sail the sea at night.
Shrill seagulls flock 'round splintered hull
of barquentine which came too close.
Her captain drowned in crashing waves
and washed up on the sandy beach.
Back home, his loving wife projects
power of faith for his return,
standing vigil from rooftop ledge,
'til black clouds send chills down her spine.
She knows he will never come home.
|Cabin fever got you depressed?
You must remain resolute lest
you be joined by unwelcome guest.
Stay the course to withstand the test.
Avoid street corner pharmacist
peddling pills from illicit list.
Instead, you had better insist
on licensed psychoanalyst.
Notes on the Malaysian Syair form of poetry ▼
|A spectacular display of pyrotechnics concludes a night
of holiday festivities to everyone’s delight.
After a day of parades and cookouts, we gather there
to watch popping starbursts and pink palms rising in the air
amidst the sizzle of red rain that glitters. What a sight!
As much as the garish, whiz-bang pageant does to excite
patriotic fervor in this holiday crowd tonight,
we soon find out that Nature’s version is beyond compare--
a spectacular display.
She stirs electric energy in the air to ignite
blazing bolts of lightning, which explode with horrendous might,
and booming thunder that fiercely shakes the very earth where
we stand, awed by this marvelous event, and join in prayer,
paying homage to a dazzling panorama of light--
a spectacular display!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: ▼
The heartless Queen of Darkness reigns
over her domain with an iron fist
and ice cold blood coursing through her veins.
She goes ballistic when someone mentions
her midnight tryst with Mister Vlad from
Transylvania and his dastardly intentions.
Dismissing loyal minions, her Royal Majesty
projects an egotistical attitude
and succumbs to scourge of human vanity.
Obsessed with quest for eternal youth,
she celebrates her birthday with a feast
prepared by boiling subjects' flesh and blood.