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.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

A Letter to the Belgium Woman who wishes to die

Dear Laura,

I do not know you nor do I know how you look like but my heart breaks at your decision to end your life.

Depression is real but so is your life that is precious beyond words. God loves you so much to place you in this world. You are not an accident but a work of art, a masterpiece.

I cannot give you solutions to end your misery in this life but if you believe, there is beauty in pain. I see them in mine and they worth so much more than a life with no pain.

Here's a poem for you.

If I am a nightingale,
I will sing to the moon and back,
Like in a fairytale, melt the darkest shades
of bitterness

If I am a sunflower,
I will beam and hover over
your coldest nights, a beacon
in your fights

If I am a bee
I will sting you, a reminder
that you are never alone, I am
near you

If I am a marula tree,
I will let you hide under
my gigantic leaves, far
from warfare

If I am a float,
I will let you rest on me,
bobbing on the sea, wash your
tears away

If I am a fortress,
I will shield you from storms,
depression and distressing

If I am a needle,
I will weave and mend
your broken heart, my golden
pricks set you free

Alas, I am only
human, as real as you,
even if you do not hear or see
me, my heart is yours

My only wish, spring
will dance soon, sweeps
away winter, your woes
come to wither

My shoulders are small,
but ready for your tears,
my heartbeats hug
you in pain

Perhaps then

I can see a smile
Even if for a while
Not on your face
Within you.

We may never meet but if this poem can send a virtual hug, I hope you feel it. Know that you are not alone and death might not be the answer you seek.

You may ask why do I care?
Simply because Our Father cares. He cares as much for me as He does for you. Don't throw the greatest gift He has given to you, your life.

Be assured of my prayers for you.


Monday, July 6, 2015


Here's a poem from a Kenyan poet who runs the blog, 'Our Daily Poetry'.
Enjoy his depiction of the rich Kenyan way of life.

The Kenyan Woman

MADE IN KENYA By Matolo Kyalo Jr.: Poet, writer and blogger from Kenya.
She is the first to wake up Every morning she makes sure there's milk in my cup She bears the pain from the scorching sun Dust blows off the maize field like smoke from a gun
She keeps the faith and preaches the morals The Good Book keeps her ship away from the corals Her efforts strengthens bonds among families Her relentless love is ever promising like the lilies Every evening she prepares ugali with sukuma
She tells tales of the 20th century as the candle gets dimer She is the last to go to bed, to her only man The true Kenyan woman.
For more poetry visit: Facebook page: Our Daily Poetry

Friday, July 3, 2015

Apologies. NaPoWriMo Day 27 to Day 30

Big Big Apologies.

I did finish 30 poems in 30 days for April NaPoWriMo month but failed to post the last few ones on my blog due to hectic schedules.

However, for those of you who have been following my Instagram and Twitter, you would have noticed that I did post each of them on the right days.

Here's Day 27 to Day 30 

A drop of poetry by me. A. Bong 2015
Kopitiam Observation
NaPoWriMo Day 27
A drop of poetry by me. A. Bong 2015
Flight Behaves
NaPoWriMo Day 28
A drop of poetry by me. A. Bong 2015
NaPoWriMo Day 29
A drop of poetry by me. A. Bong 2015
A letter to South Africa from your Malaysian sister
NaPoWriMo Day 30
Day 30 was special to me. A South African friend who organized a 'March for Peace' in Johannesburg had requested me to write a poem for him to be recited then. This poems captured what I feel about the Xenophobia attacks in April.

Once again, my sincerest apologies for not updating my blog.
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