Monday, October 5, 2015

Loose Muse London

London next!

I've just received a mail-out from Loose Muse today which I've already taken a screenshot and attached below.

Angelina Bong
Loose Muse

Are you in London?
Come catch me at The Poetry Cafe, Covent Garden on October 14th.

8 pm. :)

Hope to see you there. Come say hi if you do drop by.


Thursday, October 1, 2015

There are so many Fibromites

Wow...Today I realise that there are so many of us Fibro people out there.

I shared my poem 'I wish to Help' published on Image Curve website with Fibromyalgia Awareness facebook page and they posted it on their website. The link is here:

Fibromyalgia Awareness FB page shared the link on their website and within 6 hours, there were 439 shares, 36 comments and 784 people who like it. It makes me cry to know that there are so many people going through Fibro pain and challenges, some on a mild level and some in chronic pain. I am not so alone after all.

I didn't think that so many people could relate to my poem but I was wrong. Since I was diagnosed in 2012, I was often hiding and only recently, I could openly share online that I am a Fibromyalgia patient. However, I am so much better now. Faith, poetry and arts kept me going through my toughest days. Poetry and arts give me a channel to express my pain and turned my pain into something good, at the same time sometimes distract me from pain and depression.

My dear Fibro friends,
If there is something that makes you happy, do it and you will find strength to go through your pain. When it is just too much, take a break and rest. I have to keep reminding myself that although guilt of time wasted drives me up the wall sometimes.

You can get through this.


Friday, September 25, 2015

I wish to Help

My poem written during a fibromyalgia attack has just been published on this website.

As this month is Suicide Prevention Month, I would like to dedicate this poem to all who are suffering in one way or another, physically, emotionally and mentally.

Hang in there buddy! Life will turn around...don't end it.

I love you!

Monday, September 14, 2015

Reviews on Me, Perth Poetry Festival

I was a featured guest poet at the recent Perth Poetry Festival 2015.

Read 16 different poems over four different sessions, one impromptu. Immensely enjoyed feasting on insane language over three and a half days! Love, love, love it!

Here are reviews on me from Rochford Street Review and you can click on the link to read more about the festival. You might be interested to attend the one next year!

"As our international poet Angelina Bong was a key performer her contribution was very insightful and full of goodwill." - Words of Peter Jeffery.  The link is here: 

"Angelina Bong drew poetic parallels between writing and illness.... Angelina Bong expanded the horizons to Africa, exploring xenophobic attacks with her letter to South Africa, reminding us that our Asian connections exist in a wider international context." - Words of Amy Hilhorst. Click on the link:  

Here are some photos from the festival!

Just below is a photo taken during a pre-recording interview to be broadcasted during World of Art session organized by Peter Jeffery. I get to briefly talked about my poetry travels to Africa and South Korea as well as read one poem.
Angelina Bong and poet Mark Reid during a pre recording interview for
All the featured poets including myself was interviewed during the festival launch by WTV 44 aired during Perth City Talks. I talked about my journey to poetry and how it influenced by paintings exhibited that night :)
TV interview by WTV 44

Here are some photos of me performing which was taken from the links above by Coral Carter.

Angelina Bong performing at Moon Cafe, Perth Poetry Club, Perth Poetry Festival 2015.

Angelina Bong performing at Moon Cafe during Asian Connections, Perth Poetry Festival 2015

Below is a photo tweeted by WAPoets, the organization who invited me. I'm most grateful to them. 

Angelina Bong performing during the launch of Perth Poetry Festival 2015

The workshops were invaluable and I'm glad to have met so many wonderful, intelligent and inspiring poets! Most of all, I'm grateful for poet Sally Gaunt who hosted my stay at her place during the festival days.

Poets Sally Gaunt and Angelina Bong

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Refugees could be Angels

Refugees flooding the News everytime I switched on CNN,BBC and etc...
I can't help but remember a refugee I met in South Africa. An Eritrean who sought refuge in SA due to the Ethiopian-Eritrean war and with a sick child to heal, she left her doctor husband and nursing job hoping for a better life but instead, unable to find a job due to paperwork issues and years of loneliness; separated with her husband and older son possibly almost ten years without seeing them even once. We lost touch but I never forget her, praying she will be reunited with her family.
A stranger, she walked me to church and she imparted her wisdom of living without giving up, trusting God for Divine Protection and Providence and if we look up, life will seem much more bearable for God is Strength and Protector. She said, "If God is with us, there is nothing to be afraid of."
I will never forget that brief moment we met or the shy eyes of her young son waiting for me outside the toilet like a gentleman on guard. To me, she was a messenger and an Angel. What if strangers we meet are Angels in disguise?
I can't help but share this poem 'Home' by Warsan Shire about refugees. 
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
go home blacks
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
be hunger
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here

Poem taken from

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Thursday, July 16, 2015

What is Art?


is not merely painting,

drawing, poetic musings

or singing but a connection

to the soul.....

You can read more of my poem above at 'Our Daily Poetry' website.

Click on the link below: