On the pavement sat a clean kid no more than four in the heat. Pedestrians passed by, some try to find out by asking the child, but he only stared and could not talk. Where are the parents? Many wondered. Who had left this boy so irresponsibly here? Suddenly a woman came rushing into the scene. She looked scared and relieved. "I've found you darling, you poor thing." She picked him up and began to leave, but what's puzzling was the boy rejected her, stretched out his arms and punched her face, trying to get away. She pacified him with a big lollipop and quickly disappeared into the street.
 passions flamingos dance in the wild passionate birds in the raw beauty transcends  I see you
Knowledge is the key Like a worm It travels within the complicated you Your fabrication Turns it into a blooming mind of yours Intelligence is the end result  the vastness its calm his prayer sent to heaven pacifies the lost souls Photo by King Tong Ho You were my oak
I lived under your protection like small plants underneath your wide branches your presence was security you bore the brunt of storms to keep me safe you sheltered me from the scorching sun Now you're gone I can sense you when I see oaks I can feel you when the cloud hides the sun I walk along the coast the waves carry my soul to wherever you're bound in the dream
a forest of people crossing the bridge of eternity the snare hits face streaming with anger |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |
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