Friday, August 22, 2014

In the Hands of PEACE

In the Hands of PEACE by Angelina Bong

The thunder bellows,
Clouds toss and turn,
Roll in dark shades,
Lightning dashes down,
Striking forests of old

The earth shatters,
Uproot ancient trees,
Shakes all caverns,
Endless tremor shouts,
Cries of hell fill the air

The waves roar,
Rise in fiery fumes,
Forge ahead in rage,
Devour all in sight,
Tsunami is no match

War from both ends,
Kill and Slaughter,
Turmoil in action,
Anxieties nag on,
Fears break loose

A kingly whisper
Says Be Not Afraid
Embrace and hold
Blind but calm
PEACE is here

Peace is not the absence of conflict but the presence of Peace no matter sunshine or rain, no matter facing raging storms or fiery turmoils.

John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Dance of Poetry

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Surreal or so it seems,
Meet on that fateful day,
A twist of events unfold,
Over active imaginations
Push aside realities of old
Swing poetry side by side,
The lips whisper each line,
Blow kisses light and soft,
Like fluttering butterflies,
Catches it and closes eyes
Soak in verses of honey,
A twirl around the finger,
Each stanza tickles slightly,
Feet springs like dandelions,
Grand jeté on each rhythm
Soar through words of gold
Swan like moves in the air
In love or much infatuation
The notes continue to enchant
Alas it has to part and vanish

Friday, August 8, 2014

The Innocent Cries

Broken pieces fly over me
Shards of memoirs flash by
Running across green hills
Smiles and chatters with family
Will these days ever return?

Fears paint the faces around me
Hopes and dreams crumble and torn
I lie awake with no more tears
Numb to bombings and shootings
Will this madness ever end?

Hunger and thirst becomes a norm
The little one cries out for milk
I have nothing left to give
Not even my pride or dignity
What is left for me to do?

Blood spilling like water fall
In the name of religion and politics
Broken limbs and dying spirits
Defeat rises more than victory
What have I done to deserve this?

I ponder on the golden days,
Bread and honey on the table,
The white lamb at my feet,
Dance to the echoes of the caves,
Will I ever hear music again?


A bird perches on my window sill,
Fluttering with chirps of glee,
Pecks on my cheek with a kiss,
Something melts in my heart,
Is it trying to say something?

A shrill cry fills the gloomy shack,
A child hovers over her dying mother,
She shakily says to her and me,
I will see you both in heaven,
Are my days fewer than I think?


The bird flies up high to the sky,
Blue and pink with sunny rays,
A drop of peace amidst death notes,
Do not be afraid it seems to say,
My body shall die but not my soul

I dedicate this to the innocent victims of the recent Gaza/Israel War and especially the minorities who might be slaughtered in Iraq. 

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


Dazzling freckles on my face,
Messy hair floating adrift,
The waves slowly roll me over,
Basking in shades of orange,
The hazy sky beams a smile,
Are you waving from up there?

Siar Beach on a Hazy Noon

Sea shells scrape my toes,
Buried in the crispy sand,
A fish or two wiggle past,
Crabs scamper out from holes,
Barnacles bid hello from under,
Are you whispering from beneath?

Old uncle casts his fishing net into the cool waters

An old uncle casts his net,
Little fishes run like mad,
Trapped in between strings,
I release and throw them back,
Freedom from men’s grasp,
Are your hands reaching me?

A wooden house graces the beach,
Rusty boat pushes into the waters,
Coconut trees sway left and right,
I draw on the sand with a stick,
A shape of love big and clear,
Is your love big and wide too?

Children giggling in wet suits,
Building sand balls and castles,
Running with no cares or tears,
I sit down and watch them,
Wishing life has no worries,
Are you even listening to me?

A wrinkled lady dives into the sea,
Cheers and glee spread all over,
Young like a deer she dances,
I wave and catch her lively glow,
Close my eyes and feel the breeze,

I think you have finally touch me

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Whisper Across the Universe

Tonight I seem to have a writer’s block to write what I am supposed to. So what do I do? I am going to feed my writing soul. I got ready a cup of hot chocolate and a good book. Just when I start sipping my brewing hot cocoa, the words start to flow. It is not what I intend to compose but it turns itself poetically into the piece below.

A book on my lap, A cup of chocolate
in my hand, A verse catches my eye, As if
written solely for me, Did the writer knew me?
My heart sings a lullaby, In answer
to that stanza, Crossing infinite miles
of poetry, syllables of reciting romance, Beyond
my physical limitations, I blow kisses
of lemony drops in ink on paper, breathe in delight.
The air shall carry my wishes to him, I fly
to touch that pen of his, And see that brown eyes
in the curve of his first line, seems so near. Smelling
fragrance of roses with Edith Piaf playing in the room, I twirl
the note-dream with my fingers, touch the pen
The pen that magically speaks to me, Beneath
those lines...
Did God want me to see that? An instant connection
to those soft lips that murmurs
the words on paper, Playing with my ink, humming,
The chocolate melts, I can almost feel him
watching from above or somewhere, sitting on the clouds
or from the rain that pours down, His silky smooth poetry
caresses my mind like a good night’s kiss, The play
of his words springing alive, Dancing
in the sky, Is he waiting
for me to dance?  
I can only imagine, Sweet vespers
run through my hair, those gentle fingers that
grip the pen or type away, I answer softly
through the ramblings of my hand, Weaving
this little note to that poet who will never know
how much his words meant, The revelation
of divinity that spells Love, Across the universe
I dream and hope he receives
this little whisper, Of a letter
from an unknown fan.

A 5 minute sketching of the words, not bad huh? I guess my writing soul is fed.

p/s: I do mean every word of it though. Perhaps someday that poet and I shall meet. Fingers crossed. Dreams do come true.


Another bubble bursts, out
from the springs of headless secrets. Shivers
On a dark winter’s night, Bends forward
and curls up, Phantoms of music
float by.
Footsteps flee past, tip toeing, pattering
haunting the demons in the head, Knocking.
Waves roaring across the heart, storming
the rocky shores of death, faint calls beckons,
Strings of opera notes
fly high, The moon breaks up
and leaves, shattering apart
Alive or dead
no one sees, Not living souls but
fireflies dancing, Little lights mid air
over the black sky, Insanity strikes
like booming hammers. Chuckles and cries fight
for attention, Dots of energy blues swirl
into cocoons of heartbreak, Whispers
of nothingness floats, Diving deep
into the unconscious realm of seas bedded
with chorals of despair, Brings forth
golden specks of light, Perhaps the aftermath
never shall be, of a tsunami
worth uncovering, The occasional forbidden
wishes, Deep down in the oceans of mercy, Wading naked
through the raging Waters, Splashes in the face
Jellyfish dancing on goose bumps, when
crushed memoirs swarm in, Burned petals
raining down on silky porcelain skin, brushing through
the breeze sings, melancholy notes of old, fly not to catch
and swallow, Buried dreams explode into
particles of light, Ashes gone awry
Harder to grasp, Drowning faster
than waves can sink, The night soars
into plights of healing, Trickles of tears
bobble up and down, Shuts eyes
clamouring in madness. Moment vanishes.
over that invisible star, In a forsaken land
skies are bright, Opens eyes
to honey drops and rose buds.
Blue birds sing like angelic sopranos, Smile.
A stranger holds hand, says Imagine.
Dawn welcomes, No more fears, a fresh
hug of hope.

Monday, July 21, 2014

To MH17

Strings of questions
Floating around us
Clouding our senses
Burying specks of hope

Pointing fingers left and right
Crashing burdens up and down
What happened that day
The missile shot upwards

Feathery clouds scattered
Bags and shoes vanished
Smiles and laughter gone
Rain of bodies poured down

Phone calls darted everywhere
To believe or not to believe
Reality quickly sank in
Outrage and cries exploded

How can this happen
Right before one's radar
A promise of safe air
Who is to blame

Evils lurking everywhere
Suicide bombs and endless wars
Where is humanity
Why are you fighting

Why the greed and lust
Power to kill and conquer
Can you bring to eternity
Then why bother at all

Are you like wild animals
Without a mind and conscience
Merciless barbaric savages
Are your hearts stolen

We beg you to stop
End this grave torture
Of robbing innocent lives
Before your souls burn

The days look grim
Darker than ever
For the rest of us 
Is there no more hope

Still we cannot give up
Let us hold hands
Hold our heads high
We must live and love

For a better tomorrow
For the souls of MH17
Who are perhaps smiling
Down at us from heaven