The Cricket’s Sorrow

I laid my bones down to rest An airy night, dark and quiet, When a thought swept over me I was still awake When I heard it I heard it screech A cold voice, not far from me I paused, listened A neighbor coughed from the next flat and bothered it So quietness stayed for… Continue reading The Cricket’s Sorrow

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“Weet weet weet… Weet weet!”
I hear the screeching of the little cricket
Calling to the quietness in my heart

1.
As the light of the lamp fade slowly
Then time brought back my memories
For in my sweet and lonely reverie
A desire come to me for some poetry

2.
Left with the screeching of an insect
Which has turned to become a friend
Quietly in solemn patience I wait
To the crickets call I humbly listen

3.
And when the nights are lonely
I stay grateful to God Almighty
For blessing me with this gift that makes all happy
And for this little cricket which sings me a lullaby

Back from traveling

All the while I sat on a bus My mind was already with you Dreaming all I could see When I arrive to your embrace Oh beautiful tree Standing solemnly outside By my room window Waving her green leaves When the Night comes with her breeze Making melody for me Singing a cool lullaby But… Continue reading Back from traveling

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Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2

There’s a land behind those hills Covered in the forest A green foliage; brushes and roots All the time the Clouds are blue And the king of the Forest Do fall in love with it When the cloud blushes It rains softly; mildly And the little creatures Which live in the land Look up to… Continue reading Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2

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Under the Baobab

Tonight we will sit under the Baobab To scratch each others back And we shall let all the children Gather about us, happily Tonight the moon shall visit us With his smiles and dimples And a tale shall be told With all sleepy eyes listening Tonight the squirrels will listen As we tell of great… Continue reading Under the Baobab

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