“Without God, everything is permitted,”
Said Dostoyevsky in his masterwork
For Godless souls, unreined, unimpeded
Would freely give in to evils that lurk
Hold on to His tether, anchored and true
His Grace and Protection, He will imbue.
#776 On An Unpolished Poem
I let you now to fly, unpolished, out
Into a cruel world, knives out, poised to pounce
Should I have held on, made the time to grout
The patent gaps, rub out each drossy ounce?
Against my better judgment, I present you now
For eyes to judge: to love or disavow!
#775 On This Bar of Fate
Suppose, this is as far as I could go:
A golden cage enroofed in solid glass
Must I persist to try and overthrow
This bar of fate that says “Thou shalt not pass”?
Or stoop now to accept His high decree
That each of Man shall have his set degree...
#774 On Carrying Miracles
I carry with me miracles abound
Th’inheritance of lineage and of prayers
They give me flight, yet anchor me to ground
Protect me from the harsh glare of naysayers
I thank Thee for Thy bounty and Thy Grace
That dignify and raise me from the base.
#768 On Grandiose Meetings
In conference rooms with faux-wood tables we
Enact a pageantry banal and false
In suits and ties, with speeches grand and twee
And cliches formed from flawed inchoate thoughts
Imagine: lives devoted to this game
Existence frittered on such prancings - lame!
#746 On Each New Day
No crystal ball to peer into the mist
No sight beyond the Now that just arrived
And Happiness requires us hence to trust
That Life is made of moments truly lived
Each day anew is one more gift divine
To live with hearts wide open and benign.
#734 On Courage At Work
With downcast eyes averting from the ask
They seek to abdicate the given role
So highly paid, yet keen to shirk the task
They run with wolves but seek to play the mole
The life well lived: with hearts right on the line
The courage to persist is nigh divine!
#729 On Collective Surveys
In colonnades of many-coloured hues
The gathered crowd opines in aggregate
We strain to give true voice to diff’ring views
And lend some solid shape to tense debate
The cut and thrust of thoughts in mannered form
Conceals the roiling growls - a muted storm.
#728 Tentang Penghargaan Buat Dr Kat
Buat istri yang paling tercinta
Penghargaan yang maha tertinggi
Kasih dinda membunuh sengsara
Meleburkan rasa rendah diri
Rasa syukur yang terpaling dalam
Menyinar ruang hati yang kelam.
#727 On The National Scrabble Game
Acquiring alphabets to make long words
With eloquence we sing the Songs of Gold:
To farm for gain and hunt the teeming herds
And sift for value through goods bought and sold
A nation’s wealth is born from Knowledge, Grit
Of multitudes in aggregated wit.