Best Smuggled Poems

While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in...

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Harrowing shifts placating Palestinian patients
Awkwardly healing bones, injuries war caused
Comfort we gave seemed severely insufficient
Soul mates meeting among pain, implausible 

Crutch hobbling boy with copious...

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We cousins looked forward to our summer holidays which were full of fun
Our barbaric guffaws were louder than the joys of any battle won
One was...

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Over the ocean's creed 
Lie in waiting with foreign breed.
Heavy metals laced the ocean's petals
En-route to the creek in cargoed cans.

Rice from the fields of...

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The Things Never Said
The terror…
The only things ever said about my daddy’s WWII service were that he’d been to New Guinea where he’d ridden on...

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Dedicated to my pastor, Dean Andrew Cheah

Come, hear me now as I tell you a tale
An inspiring tale of William Tyndale
A man who poured out...

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Homes under trees
family in tents
refugees in forests
hunting of edible rats
cattle rustled away
harpoons to hook fish
wild humans eating
weak humans legally
clothing of rags 
thrown as gifts from...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry,...

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The Tale of the Unexpected Prince
	I sat in my lonely castle room looking out of the window. The village below was a flurry of activity...

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WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON

     SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
        ...

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I REMEMBER YOU  my lover         

  HOW  LONELINESS HAD SMUGGLED OUR LIVES

OUR JOURNEY STARTED...

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I want to talk of days of old
and a story that was never told
and I will tell you this story is true
and here it is...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had...

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Sweet Just the Way I Like It

you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon...

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The rented hall ways so surreal.
Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal.
Forgive my dropping a time bomb.
Taking Mother to the prom.
Our student body didn't shake.
All others escorted...

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