Am I spent?
Have I lost my poetic muse?
Must I reach for the rhyming dictionary
To craft a meaning that rhymes with 'lose'?
And after that, what comes next?
Another phrase contrived for me to use?
I should tread with care, now, and
Have a care the phrase I choose
And not prolong this game, now,
Lest at last I am forced to use youse.
Have a care, now, I say again
And do not stop the poetic fuse
Or sooner than I care, now,
I'll that ruse abuse.
Oxbridge trained and Wall Street smartened,
L. K. Wise and I. S. Ardent,
Singapore's Old Guard ages faster;
Soon we gain a different master
Just as like to cling to power,
Seeking to prolong his hour
On the stage, as he well knows:
Same Old Guard in different hose.
The Old Man will not retire
Until Death at last puts out his fire.
We the people dare hardly wait:
Before he dies, emigrate.
Feeling low yet never so high,
I can stand on a cloud yet not touch the sky,
I climb a mountain but the mountains are drowned:
Before reaching the top they cannot be found.
I am mired in mud yet awaiting the day
When, like the jumping jeweller of Lavender Bay,
I see what lies behind this world.
Though now rooted to a spot
And feeling insignificant, an infinitesimal dot,
One day, I'll fling myself off this hill of despair
And seek my answers in the empty air.
But look at my stand now, whereof I am not bold
Enough to refuse what I'm bid and so do as I am told;
As yet I am unhurled.
Too frightened to seek
A higher destiny; too meek
To improve my lot,
It can be said decisively, decisive I'm not.
So, at last, I must ask: do I have it in me
To over come the uncertainty I harbour within me?
And show my flag unfurled.
If it seems I am too self-obsessed
It is certain that you sooner guessed
It and discounted my pledge.
But let this be my hedge:
Should I fail in my quest,
I still have Nature to do the rest.
And you will be the herald.
Insulting scansion, euphony, rhyme and meter,
Beware the words of the poetaster.
If these words do not deter,
Then try rhyming with aster astir.
And should you stay the course, become a reader,
Then, blog help you, I am your master.
- "My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go."