This is for Poetry Potluck Week #38. The theme is "Inspired by a Song"
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young is one of my favourite bands. Their song "Teach Your Children", from the album Deja Vu, inspired this poem that I wrote. Although this song is seen as an anti-war song, i wrote the poem with my daughter in mind.
This is a very beautiful song, I hope you will give it a spin. You can listen to it here.
photo & image by dsnake1
child
children
rein them not
with a mailed fist
but mould them
with the gentle touches
of a potter's fingers
for they are like clay
absorb
all the love
we can give them
and more.
27.05.07
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
This is for Poetry Potluck Week #37 at Jingle Poetry. The theme is "Thunderstorms, Floods and Water fury"
I wrote this way back in 2006 after witnessing nature's fury of a thunderstorm from the relative safety of my home. The day earlier, I was caught out in the bike trail during a storm, and it was pretty scary. Especially when you are among many dead and blackened trees, and you know what had happened to them.
photo by mconnors
Heavy Metal
the sky was rocking
heavy metal,
clouds bruised
blue black,
as white light slashed
across its face
it growled
as in pain.
i leaned at the window
watched
as my cigarette smoke
curled outside
to die
in the rain.
13.12.06
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
I wrote this for NaPoWriMo 2009, and would like to post this for Poetry Potluck Week 35 at Jingle Poetry.
The theme was "Fortresses, Castles, Palaces, and Royal Houses". Couldn't come up with something about the theme, but I guess the heart is a fortress too.
The drawing is the cover of a card, done in color markers, by my daughter when she was about six years of age. It is a bit yellowed now, but I am still keeping it. And, yeah, there seems to be a castle in the picture. :)
drawing by YunPing
going home
In the train going home, my daughter fell asleep in my lap. Minutes earlier, she was colouring pictures in a book, her face determined, intense. I did not know that Mickey Mouse had a red face, but that's how a six year old girl pictured it. The crayon was still in her hand, and I gently removed it, packed it back in the box of colours and kept it in her bag with the book and bottles. Even in the cool air, her face was warm, and I wiped perspiration off it. Holding her, I settled down in the seat for the journey home.
And that was when I saw the lady in the opposite seat smiled at us.
30/04/09
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
