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11m2: Some things don’t change
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. Some things don’t change. When the air was. So warm you’d. Sweat just sitting still. In the shade,. Listening for the hand-rung bell. That sounded the arrival of the. No-one outgrows potong ice-cream. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. Opening my eyes i brush away. That during the night had drifted. I turn my head. And see eyelids slightly pale,. I shelter them with my shadow,.
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11m2: Other side of Kovan
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. Other side of Kovan. I’ll meet you on the. Other side of Kovan,. Away from the teeming madness. Of the mall, the hawker centre,. And the motorised sushi restaurant. There, along Simon Road,. Stands a line of old shophouses,. Strung together by a cracked and stained alleyway. At the corner sits a greasy kopitiam. That time seems to have left behind,. Where the floor is still paved with blue and pink mosaic tiles,. The kind that was fashionable a generation ago. Wingl...
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11m2: Our Space
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. In our Chinatown,. Chinese shop owners will tell you that. I say let it be. For today we live. For us to be bitter. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. Opening my eyes i brush away. That during the night had drifted. I turn my head. And see eyelids slightly pale,. Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut. Against the light dripping through the blinds. I shelter them with my shadow,.
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11m2: Booking out blues
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. The army follows you out of camp,. Rather like an unpleasant memory. Or a minor hangover. I couldn’t write this afternoon. Even though I had the time. Even though I didn’t need to book-in. For another twenty-three hours. Despite my best efforts,. My mind remained cluttered with the. Jumbled-up thoughts of a week spent in camp;. Disorganised mental rubble,. Twisting and overgrown vines that made. Any attempt at directed thought. The contents of which remind me of.
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11m2: The imaginary line
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. It divides my everyday. Separates the important from. Keeps the pointless and unpleasant. At times it’s tough. At times I lose track. Of the many realities that. Ricochet haphazard among the multiple. Mirrors and prisms of perception. That’s when I remind myself. Beyond the imaginary line. A space of peace. A place of solace. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. I turn my head.
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11m2: 云山 2:30pm
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. But towering ranges of. That soon will bring. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. Opening my eyes i brush away. That during the night had drifted. I turn my head. And see eyelids slightly pale,. Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut. Against the light dripping through the blinds. I shelter them with my shadow,. Ang Mo Kio Blk 424. Note to the annual six hundred:.
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11m2: Smart Casual
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. None of the guests were offended. That their invitation cards contained. Explicit instructions not to look silly. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. Opening my eyes i brush away. That during the night had drifted. I turn my head. And see eyelids slightly pale,. Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut. Against the light dripping through the blinds. I shelter them with my shadow,.
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11m2: Happy Daze Bar
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. I close my eyes and. Lean into my chair. The radio plays a funky tune. Lush green leaves dance. Against blindingly white clouds. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. Opening my eyes i brush away. That during the night had drifted. I turn my head. And see eyelids slightly pale,. Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut. Against the light dripping through the blinds.
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11m2: Note to the annual six hundred:
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. Note to the annual six hundred:. Please do leave this country. That for the past 20 years. Has hemmed you in,. Cramped your style,. And kept you from. Discover the world,. Drink of its pleasures. And dance in its generous spaces. Where even light hearted fantasy. Can blossom into fulfilling passion. What belongs to you. And to you alone. For even when you have. Made the world your intimate. And familiar playground,. No-one else can ever own. What you now call home.
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11m2: Life!
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A bit of poetry. Sunday, May 18, 2008. Having kopi at home,. Going straight to the Life! And contemplating going out for prata. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poem of the moment. Poem for the girl on my left arm -. It's warm beneath the sheets and. Opening my eyes i brush away. That during the night had drifted. I turn my head. And see eyelids slightly pale,. Half asleep, clamped indignantly shut. Against the light dripping through the blinds. I shelter them with my shadow,. Ang Mo Kio Blk 424.
