Monthly Archives: August 2013
The winds of change are a-coming
feel it in my bones
warm summer breeze caresses my cheeks
planting kisses on my weary face
the glistening dragonfly comes out to play
circling the sun has got his hat on
the train is fast approaching bringing all things good
Hope is poking her head out the window calling my name
while Peace sits me down to rest my overworked legs
Love rushes by to offer cuppa tea not too strong nor weak
just the way you like it your song is playing on the radio
this time you smile not cry happy memories filter to the top
bad ones stay mixed with the silt in the murky recesses of your mind
broken wings are healed you take flight soaring into the heights
beyond the cotton wool clouds not look back
fly little one fly be all that you were meant to be
‘I have a dream’ that is never to feel worthless hate myself
fly little bird fly be all that you can and more
If there is one thing I take away from my doomed marriage is never sell yourself short. Don’t settle for crumbs when you can have the cake and eat it. Even if you can’t at least think BIG, dare to dream, soar the heights rather than stay stuck on the ground in the tiny corner of your world.
I used to think I was ‘happy’, the ex throwing crumbs of affection and attention my way now and again. I didn’t know better, that I was worth so much more and that my love far outweighed his. He explained why he wanted to call time in a very clinical manner. ‘You see it is like a balance sheet. What I’m getting out of the marriage is far less than what I’m putting in.’ Just like that he pulls the plug, getting rid of the baby along with the bath water. Now I know it is actually the other way round but hindsight is a wonderful thing.
Good news everybody, we are all valuable and worthy of the best and respect just by virtue of being human. As simple as that. You don’t have to strive to make a difference, do heroic stuff on the world stage like Martin Luther King or Mother Teresa. You don’t even have to have perfect complexion, wrinkle free and be a size 0. You don’t have to do anything or be anybody apart from yourself. Just be.
I learnt this. If nobody loves you, love yourself. If nobody validates/ acknowledges you, validate yourself. Be your own best friend, give yourself the best advice, take good care of you, cos you and yourself are gonna be together a real long time, from birth to that last breath you take.
The only person you can’t divorce, ever get away from is you, make peace with yourself and make a huge effort to establish a good relationship and rapport.
Don’t settle for second best, afraid that the best may never come and you would have missed the boat. Be sure what exactly it is you want and don’t accept any less out of fear and low self esteem.
They say life is too short for regret. My biggest isn’t the obvious one, that of the failure of my marriage but missing the boat on finding out who my parents really are and communicating with them beyond the shallows of small talk. Apart from my earliest fond memories of Mum burning the midnight oil sewing away so that we had new clothes to wear on Chinese New Year’s Day. However empty our stomach and family coffer, Mum made sure we were dignified in our poverty. We didn’t feel deprived or suffer an inferiority complex because everybody else in the Yau Hamlet was in the same boat. And in our cash poor state we were very inventive with making up games to amuse ourselves with our cousins. Roaming the tiny village freely we led not only a carefree existence but got very fit climbing trees, chasing one another and stayed out till our mothers called us for the evening meal. It was a happy childhood that money can’t buy.
Life has got into the way of art; I haven’t been posting poems or thoughts daily as I used to. I am too busy living, which is a good thing. This is far better than being bedridden going over for the millionth time why, how, when, what if …
I’m in limbo, a murky grey zone between reality and fantasy. What could have been … circling round my head, driving the neurons crazy.
Work has picked up 400% from one pupil to four, ranging from barely five to seventeen from super rich to the man on the street living in a pitifully tiny apartment with his family of four in a council estate.
Attempting a kind of modern Robin Hood; robbing the rich to feed the poor and charging by the hour according to a sliding scale. The highest being $230 and the average roughly half that amount.
The boy of six from Mongkok is going to be a challenge; I suspect in UK he’d be drugged up to his eyeballs with ritalin for being hyperactive. I hate labelling kids but certainly he can’t sit still for more than 10 seconds and regularly falls off his stool and thinks this is absolutely hilarious. But nothing I can’t handle: at least he hasn’t started swearing and he can’t start chatting to someone else because it is just me and him and the four walls.
He is a devoted Thomas the tank engine fan so will have go in search of said item as bribe. I suppose all teachers are schizophrenic: one minute you are dangling the carrot and showering with compliments and the next you are threatening with the proverbial stick.
Apologies for sudden disappearance. I concede defeat, having miserably failed in the poem a day challenge.
Other day typhoon warning signal 8 was issued for the first time this year but didn’t turn into a full blown affair. No chance of a drought here, the weather alternates between huge downpours and skin cancer inducing sunlight. For a third type I have to wait patiently for Autumn, the ideal season, you get the user friendly sunshine without getting soaked just out the door. Spring is so humid that even your walls sweat, literally.
Love showed up through the
crack squatted in the chambers of my fragmented
heart fed milk honey tender loving care it
grew demanded freedom space threw
tantrum denied bit the hand that fed it
made a run for it no Christmas cards
birthday wishes never to be heard
Thought Love came knocking
I was wrong
Battle scar a little deeper raw
heart barricaded on strike
i was wrong
I don’t know if Confucius said any of these but they are Chinese sayings I’ve picked up over the years.
Short sharp pain is preferable to lingering torment.
The smart horse never chews the same blade of grass.
Marriage is like a cemetery. (Accredited to Mum)
That’s the least of your worries (Sister)
The best medicine is the most bitter.
Time will expose a man’s ‘heart’.
A needle can’t be sharp both ends.
You don’t feel the pain until it pricks you.
The beginning of any venture is always the hardest.
If you are content, you’ll be happy despite being poor.
The outsider sees clearly whilst the person in the thick of it is surrounded by fog.
Fingers bend inwards not out.
When drinking water think of the source.
Can the real you stand up please
charmer all round good bloke super dad long suffering spouse super man cool rational specimen pillar of strength all things to all men
must’ve taken super powers glue stop mask slipping an iota
true master i was duped sleeping with the enemy under cover
almost within touching distance
demolition job complete
she is crushed
can the real you stand up please