I was but raindrop of humanity

Fell during autumn of insanity

Yet I had always thought it was but spring

But now seeing what maelstroms had to bring

That now’s the hour for our winter of need

Let the times be our truest friend indeed

As the cold wind and snow is to winter

That we may live true and thrive on bitter.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Fertile minds rich with humus

Yet grew not humanity

Deep and well drained

Waiting for plough and water

Yet only cruel weeds thrived

With all the opportunities

Fear and loathing roamed

With all nature’s blessings

Bad seeds scattered and honed

Or nothing planted at all

The harvest will have to wait

Till I’m weeded and fallowed.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Happy New Year! … and forever

But Humanity’s yesterday’s news

History reiterates our story

We’re fast running! … out of ideas

Fetishes and charms

Defeat’s our victory in trainers

Playing the same old game

’Cos there’ll always be champions

Celebrities aplanty to worship

Aren’t they clever, aren’t they beautiful

Yet, truth is not … never was

And it’s about to get uglier

Before our beautiful lies

Not even Champaign can drown.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Love seems too fine an ether

To dispense into this world

My heart held onto it dear

As long as humanely can

Then, into a harsh cruel realm!

Withers and evaporates

An orphan with no abode

No window saw or listened

No door ajar welcoming

No hearts for its recapture

Or sweet asylums rapture.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Little boat afloat

Upon lakes of note

Image of the world

Glassy eyes reflect

–

Upon a calm tear

Our journey is clear

Gently to new shores

Gently row our oars

–

A journey is made

From fallen tears paid

Within each drop play

Sparkled worlds ballet

–

Alas ’tis no more!

Upon cheeks red raw.

Cheung-Ling Wong

’Tis the young shoots

That lead the way

Yet cradled by twigs

Since last May

Little boy led me

All the way

Cradled within me

All our days

Life’s bowed legs

Did be-gnarl a path

Doing my best

To find his hearth

Be so strong

Should he fall and sigh;

Bid I fall and die?

Harkened cry

Wilting before

My furrowed deep,

’Twas none but he

Had care to keep

Swaddled within

My loving lair

Spring was so close

To budding fair.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Dappled shade

Reveals my life

Living nightmare

Broad daylight

 Each day lived

Life be dabbled

One path at a time travelled

Filling blanks

Jigsaw puzzled

Cryptic cross-roads

Exhumes death

Ravens bask in solar glare

 Burnt by rays of truth so fair

Feathered message

From the dark

Guides the living paths

To prayer

Where sweet pigeons

Yet to tread

Only in dreams are they fed.

Cheung-Ling Wong