Those flowers, so fresh!

As I lie pale and white

Those flowers on my chest so fresh

Mourners in black and white

Shedding right tears, in right measure



As I lie pale and white

I never knew I had friends so many

Would have been nice if they were around

While I was alive



As I lie pale and white

I never knew I was so good

Worthy of praise so kindly showered

It’s news I was the noblest!



As I lie pale and white

I know they’re so eager

To see who gets what

And share what’s left



As I lie pale and white

Shorn of gold even in my teeth

They just can’t wait

To share the divides



As I lie pale and white

I smile


By MVJ Simon / Bittersweet

It's fun being creative!

Grabbing an idea when it’s tossed
Running like mad till I reach the goal
The feeling is great as I score
One more hit, one more time

It’s fun making up stories
And rhyming when you’re bored
It’s great being creative
The sheer joy that’s so addictive

Playing around with colors
Splashing some paint around
Coaxing a tune out of a piano
Till my ears yell STOP!

Keying it all in font size twelve
And biting my nails waiting for comments
Doesn’t matter if none sees it
It’s fun being creative

Making sand castles on the beach
Watching the tide wash it away
Scooping up the wet sand again
Building where the castle once lay

The ones who watch say I am mad
Not listening to their words of wisdom
Making my mistakes and enjoying them
While I should have sat down and cried

It’s a crazy thought alright
The sea’s there, the sands too
The tide will rise and wane
But on the shore, I’ll keep playing

It’s fun being creative.



By MVJ Simon/ Bitter-sweet

Needs and desires

I got what I need

Then I knew I wanted more

I kept on wanting more

Till I got what I needed



Then I realized I want something else

Kept wanting something else

That’s not what I wanted

Once I had it in my hands



I kept chasing better

Till I got the best

The best didn’t seem so good

Now that it’s so near



Then I looked around to see

Whose is better than mine

Then it was just a question

Of mine being better always



Even that was tiring after a while

The stress of looking around

Then I said, to hell with it

I’ll be happy with what I have



But then again I looked around

And my wants and needs arose

Again I wanted something better

Better than what I have

I remember

Splashing turgid waters
Kicking hard to stay afloat
Sinking, gasping and then coming up
Coughing, spluttering, laughing
I remember

The muddy waters in a river full spate
Foaming when it hits the rock-face
Bubbling as it swirls and twirls
Frolicking briskly ahead
I remember

Proud silver oaks, ramrod straight
Row after row, in perfect lines
Plump jackfruit jostling for space
Squat coffee bushes pruned perfectly round
I remember

The air so clean, biting cold
Wisps of mist clouding my view
Shades of green all around
Dewdrops on leafs quivering
I remember

Moist earth laden with leaves
Squishy as I tread gently
Mushrooms wild on rotten tree trunks
Grabbing some space from lichen around
I remember

Orchids so rare blooming when they please
Unseen, unknown to man’s prying eyes
Clusters of bamboo leaning over the edge
Looking at the river as it flows carelessly below
I remember

Lying down on the soft green grass
Looking at the changing sky
Travelling clouds so busy and driven
They keep on moving, as though they must
I remember

Gentle breeze ruffling my hair
Blades of grass, bending softly below
Rays of sun playfully shines
Through rustling leaves caressed by breeze
I remember

I close my eyes and breathe deeply in
The fragrance of nature as I know it
So tender and nice, my resting place
It’s mine, forever
I remember