My love is like the sunshine after the rain
Bold but sure He comes forth
And embraces me.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
My love
My love is like the Spring that comes forth after Winter
Full of life, with every step she takes, all Creation follows
Undaunted, unashamed, in full readiness she walks
Full of confidence, full of life, exuberant,
She warms my heart like sunshine on a cold day
Her mere presence fills me with life
And her voice
Her sweet voice melts my heart
And drives my demons away.
Full of life, with every step she takes, all Creation follows
Undaunted, unashamed, in full readiness she walks
Full of confidence, full of life, exuberant,
She warms my heart like sunshine on a cold day
Her mere presence fills me with life
And her voice
Her sweet voice melts my heart
And drives my demons away.
Friday, June 22, 2007
"My Love is like the Spring that blossoms"
My Love is like Spring that comes forth after Winter
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze lies pure joy.
With each step she takes, the whole Creation move with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when we kissed
The Sun shone as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.
Chiam Yau-ming June 2007
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze lies pure joy.
With each step she takes, the whole Creation move with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when we kissed
The Sun shone as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.
Chiam Yau-ming June 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sipadan
I want to swim in the sea of blue
Amidst the infinite fish at Sipadan
To wander in the coral forest
To have the sun eclipsed by swarms of silver fish
To gaze at the deep depth patrolled by sharks
To wash my face in the sea of tears
To bath in the light of the golden morning sun
And to look back and see you smile
Amidst the infinite fish at Sipadan
To wander in the coral forest
To have the sun eclipsed by swarms of silver fish
To gaze at the deep depth patrolled by sharks
To wash my face in the sea of tears
To bath in the light of the golden morning sun
And to look back and see you smile
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Where I want to be
I want to be in a place where I can see the blue sky
In a place with trees and butterflies
Where the only sound I can hear is the beat of my heart
The sound of birds singing in the distance
I see the lushness of the forest
and feel the caress of the soft breeze of the wind
mingled with the fragrance of the trees.
I hear the growing stillness of the night
And the whispering of the leaves...
(And sitting here in my balcony- it feels just right)
In a place with trees and butterflies
Where the only sound I can hear is the beat of my heart
The sound of birds singing in the distance
I see the lushness of the forest
and feel the caress of the soft breeze of the wind
mingled with the fragrance of the trees.
I hear the growing stillness of the night
And the whispering of the leaves...
(And sitting here in my balcony- it feels just right)
Friday, June 15, 2007
The Princess
Friday, December 15, 2006
The Princess
Her shield her intelligence
Her rapier her wit
How dazzling her armor
How she moves with confidence and grace
She brushes aside the arrows
She leaps over the battlements
Capturing Hearts,
Crushing foes.
The Princess
Her shield her intelligence
Her rapier her wit
How dazzling her armor
How she moves with confidence and grace
She brushes aside the arrows
She leaps over the battlements
Capturing Hearts,
Crushing foes.
The Young Prince
The young prince
"The Young Prince"
The young prince lived in a castle. The ancient fortress was magnificent, ornate, built with huge granite stones - filled with beautiful furniture, gorgeous jewels, splendid arms and armor, wealth, and other riches beyond compare. Its library was vast and had more books that a year has seconds. There was everything needed to keep him entertained. Outside its walls was a large splendid garden with beautiful roses and fields of colorful flowers of all types.
But the prince was alone, he searched in vain for other young people but there was no one to be found. And the prince tried many times to leave but he found he couldn't.
He would walk out and keep on walking until day became night. And the blue sky was replaced with a black shroud filled with bright starry pin holes.
But when he fell asleep he found himself right back in his ornate chamber bed.
Once he walked for seven days and nights. He walked til his feet bled. He ran, he walked, he crawled until he could not go on anymore and then he collapsed. When he opened his eyes - he was in his soft cosy bed again, back in his glorious empty home.
Many years later, the prince found a baby boy in the garden, asleep among the vast ranunculus flower field. Amazed, he took him in and raised him up, teaching the boy all he knew. Then, unexpectedly, the prince died; and the young boy and castle mourned for him. All the flowers in the garden withered and a mighty wind carried their petals in a whirlwind, scattering them. The heavens opened, the sky grew dark, and it rained, and rained, and rained.
And then the boy knew what he had to do.
He took the crown of the dead prince, and placed it on his own head. He said, "Let my reign commence." The rain stopped as if on command, the sun shone, and the flowers bloomed. And everything was right again, the castle was happy once again.
But the young prince wept.
"The Young Prince"
The young prince lived in a castle. The ancient fortress was magnificent, ornate, built with huge granite stones - filled with beautiful furniture, gorgeous jewels, splendid arms and armor, wealth, and other riches beyond compare. Its library was vast and had more books that a year has seconds. There was everything needed to keep him entertained. Outside its walls was a large splendid garden with beautiful roses and fields of colorful flowers of all types.
But the prince was alone, he searched in vain for other young people but there was no one to be found. And the prince tried many times to leave but he found he couldn't.
He would walk out and keep on walking until day became night. And the blue sky was replaced with a black shroud filled with bright starry pin holes.
But when he fell asleep he found himself right back in his ornate chamber bed.
Once he walked for seven days and nights. He walked til his feet bled. He ran, he walked, he crawled until he could not go on anymore and then he collapsed. When he opened his eyes - he was in his soft cosy bed again, back in his glorious empty home.
Many years later, the prince found a baby boy in the garden, asleep among the vast ranunculus flower field. Amazed, he took him in and raised him up, teaching the boy all he knew. Then, unexpectedly, the prince died; and the young boy and castle mourned for him. All the flowers in the garden withered and a mighty wind carried their petals in a whirlwind, scattering them. The heavens opened, the sky grew dark, and it rained, and rained, and rained.
And then the boy knew what he had to do.
He took the crown of the dead prince, and placed it on his own head. He said, "Let my reign commence." The rain stopped as if on command, the sun shone, and the flowers bloomed. And everything was right again, the castle was happy once again.
But the young prince wept.
J
She charms me so...
How?
Is it her scent?
Maybe.
The nearness of her smooth tanned skin?
Could be.
Her presence as she lingers next to me?
Quite likely.
The way she walks as her pink sarong embraces her graceful hips?
Hmm... Probably.
Her smile when she looks at me?
Yes, most definitely. Absolutely.
How?
Is it her scent?
Maybe.
The nearness of her smooth tanned skin?
Could be.
Her presence as she lingers next to me?
Quite likely.
The way she walks as her pink sarong embraces her graceful hips?
Hmm... Probably.
Her smile when she looks at me?
Yes, most definitely. Absolutely.
In the green I walk
Sunday, November 26, 2006
In the green I walk
Past lush forest trees
The air is wet with their scent
Moss covers them like robes for royalty
I stay silent and listen
Listen
...
As the trees whisper their ancient song
YMC 2006
In the green I walk
Past lush forest trees
The air is wet with their scent
Moss covers them like robes for royalty
I stay silent and listen
Listen
...
As the trees whisper their ancient song
YMC 2006
Modern Romance
With words unspoken
With lips untouched
We pass by each other
Like passing ships at dusk
With lips untouched
We pass by each other
Like passing ships at dusk
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
How times flies
I'll be turning 39 this year. Amazing. Sometimes I feel like I'm still 21. I still look very young by comparison to my peers- good genes I guess. I eat junk food, hardly exercise (in the last 20 years) - so those two factors can be ruled out.
Occasionally I bump into people who think I'm 25 or younger. When i tell them my age- they reckon I'm having them on.
I don't exactly blame them. I don't have age wrinkles. My hair is still relatively black (I do have some white hair- but I reckon that was caused by a recent tragedy), I still look relatively fit- and occasionally I've got the energy of a 20 year old. Sometimes I even surprise myself.
My back has been giving me trouble tho. My trainer spotted a problem with my sub-scap- the shoulder blade muscle. Basically my chest muscles are stronger compared to my back muscles. I just have inherently good chest muscle tissue. So the back shoulder are being pulled forward. Saw a sports doctor who said it wasn't a serious problem- and recommended me to a physio whose helping me deal with it. Seems to be working. But I think I may have to take up swimming again to ease the strain.
Gotta go to gym now. My aim is to get a good sixpack and a good physique before I hit the dreaded 40. Who knows? Maybe I can even get onto the cover for Men's Health.
Occasionally I bump into people who think I'm 25 or younger. When i tell them my age- they reckon I'm having them on.
I don't exactly blame them. I don't have age wrinkles. My hair is still relatively black (I do have some white hair- but I reckon that was caused by a recent tragedy), I still look relatively fit- and occasionally I've got the energy of a 20 year old. Sometimes I even surprise myself.
My back has been giving me trouble tho. My trainer spotted a problem with my sub-scap- the shoulder blade muscle. Basically my chest muscles are stronger compared to my back muscles. I just have inherently good chest muscle tissue. So the back shoulder are being pulled forward. Saw a sports doctor who said it wasn't a serious problem- and recommended me to a physio whose helping me deal with it. Seems to be working. But I think I may have to take up swimming again to ease the strain.
Gotta go to gym now. My aim is to get a good sixpack and a good physique before I hit the dreaded 40. Who knows? Maybe I can even get onto the cover for Men's Health.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
My Love is like The Spring
I sent this poem in for a competition being organised by the Elephant and Coral in Singapore last year July 2004. I got invited by the organisers to a wine, chesse and oyster party in September. But I couldn't go as I was already in Melbourne.
"My Love is like the Spring that blossoms"
Spring comes forth like my young Love.
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze hides unboundable pure joy.
As she walks, the whole life-force of Creation moves as one with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when we kissed
The butterflies came as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.
"My Love is like the Spring that blossoms"
Spring comes forth like my young Love.
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze hides unboundable pure joy.
As she walks, the whole life-force of Creation moves as one with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when we kissed
The butterflies came as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.
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