An old Bungalow

An octagonal verandah
Wide steps below
Polished red oxide floor
Shining with a glow

A large leather settee set
A round table in the midst
With tiger claws at it’s feet
Clasping a globe

Brown wood all around
Smells really good
Framing French windows
With clear panels of glass

Etched in my memory
Looming the house stood
Once it was my home
Now it’s on my mind

In it’s place stands a tower
Glass and steel and chrome
Looks cold and menacing to me
Just doesn’t have the charm

Gone is the grass covered lawn
And the roses that surround
In it’s place is a car park
Space well utilized

They tell me it’s progress
Maybe I do agree
But somewhere in my heart's corner
Looms the old bungalow

Through life's raging storms

When life’s storm rages
And I have none beside
That’s when you arrive
My friend, who’s always there

Holding my hand
Assuring me it’s ok
Gently pulling me through
You’re there when I need you

That’s when I feel guilty
Not having acknowledged you
Your love for me shines through
Even though I had none for you

When life’s storms rage
And I need your help
You’ve always been there
Your hand around me

And once there’s peace
I forsake you
Yet, you remain
So loyal and true

True to my frailties
And deceitful nature
I am only human
And you’re so divine

Yet through life’s storms
You hold my hand
You’re always there
Friend in deed

You loved me so much
You gave your life for me
I’ve felt your presence
Through life’s raging storms

The Silent Sounds of Feelings

Muffled sobs


Gasping to be let out


Strangling you


Leaving you breathless


Silently




Clenching of jaws


Every tendon taut


A throb in temple


Blazing heat waves


Striking your face






A racing heart


Pounding loud


Warmth creeping up


From below ears


Eyes sparkling with love

Bitter-sweet

Brevity

Some wise man said
It’s the soul of wit

I do agree
Whole-heartedly

Coz I’m plain lazy!


Laziness

I would’ve composed
A fine love-song

I would’ve built
a Taj Mahal

For your love, anything, I say!


Free Speech

I speak from my heart
For I know not how to read!

Serves you right too
Coz you didn’t use your head!

When with your fingers, you pushed me into power!


Power

The more corrupt we are
The more powerful we become

Let’s all be corrupt
And make our nation the greatest

We’re well on our way!




The Way

Give a man the earth
He’ll blow it apart in minutes

Billions of years of civilization
He’ll raze to dust in seconds

And he’ll call it progress!


By MVJ Simon / Poet Bittersweet

Yesterday...

Just yesterday I was a child
Gazing in wonder at the twinkling stars

I wonder now when it was last
I looked at the inky black skies

Just yesterday I was chasing butterflies
Leaping after them in playful glee

I wonder now when I last laughed like that
And ran about, without a care

Just yesterday, my biggest thrill was an ice-stick
Licking it up before it melts

I wonder when, I’ll eat two at once
And have a moustache of milk

Just yesterday, I screamed at him
My voice used full, at its loudest

I wonder when I last shouted
I’ve been mum all the while

Just yesterday, I gave a hug
Without a care, while all are looking

I wonder why, I cannot show love
Innocence lost, hangs head in shame

Just yesterday, I feared boo-boos
Dark rooms and creepy lizards

I wonder where all fears vanished
And with it, the child in me!



A Poem by MVJ Simon / Poet Bittersweet