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On Valentine’s Day (My Love, in the Spirit of John Donne)

Roses are red, violets are blue:
'til God strikes me dead, even thence, I'll love you.

For my Love is no casual fling,
it throbs and thrives, a-flowering,
a prayer in the dark of night,
a gust of air 'neath birds in flight.

My Love doth sing in hushed tones,
in tender words it soothes my bones,
it calls to you, in sweetest praise,
it rises with your morning gaze.

My Love flees not the growling seas,
it stays, it braves, my Love and me.
Undaunted by Life's rough travails,
My Love, amidst it all, prevails.

So when they praise the reddest Rose,
and when they mark the Violet blue -
The angels themselves will propose
That Our Love be forever True.

Happy Valentine’s Day to my one True Love <3

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Poem II – Putera Puteri

T’was once a shining, splendoured thing 
Such hopes that Life itself daren’t cage 
Eyes that once gleamed with love ablaze 
Now dulled by slow, relentless age. 
 
And for its passing do I pray 
That you do find amidst your Rome 
a Life that shines, with splendour still  
And may Peace find its harboured home.
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Puisi I – Mata Hati

Cerah mata memandang kamu 
Cerah hati menumpas ragu 
Dua jiwa berkongsi hidup
Takhta kasih berhias sanggup 

Redup mata menatap kamu
Redup hati nyaman beradu 
Naung jiwa di taman syahdu 
Sanggul nyawa dirangkul baldu 

Sungguh berkat hidup berdua!
Penuh rahmat hidup bersama! 

Kasih mata memandang kamu 
Kasih hati nyaman bertemu 
Tiada berpisah walau terpisah
Di taman abadi bertemu wajah.
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Poem I – Perplexed

I hold myself in state perplexed, 
Wherefore these so-called friends have flexed
their blind obeisance to a thief
Who gladly lends this nation grief. 

Affrightened, shocked, we then did gasp
at tales of nation’s riches grasp’d,
In revelations of ill gain 
and debts of billions now retained
at cost of our own public purse 
And echoes of our children’s curse. 

And herein lies my ill content 
My queried mind in bafflement 
What makes these fools of certain grief
to take up cudgels for a thief,
To make false claims of justice bent 
When Justice was what God had sent? 

Perhaps our own minds were athwart 
Too bubbled up to see the art? 

Or mayhaps those who know facts well 
were flummoxed at the blatant spell 
T’was cast by Power’s heavy wand 
That Great and Good would dumbly stand
aside as thieves ruled in their prime
with robes of gold to hide their grime, 
and riches piled for those with might
to plunder all in broad daylight. 

And in minority we stand 
The few and frazzled of the land 
Accused of being “out of touch”
We’re told that politics is such:
That “Bossku”’s cause is of the right,
That white is black and black is white!

Then destined are we for the fall
a nation that would not stand tall 
to judge a thief a criminal,
but rather praise a convict’s gall.