The birds did not waken me this morning.
They play in the tree outside the patio,
A tall tree
Four stories high.
I can see past it to the rest of the city
Should I so wish.
The birds come with song as the sun rises
And shines on the trees of Singapore
Tees that are surrounded by boxes filled with people
In this crowded place.
There are two.
Yellow wings.
The bul bul.
An ugly name for creatures of such beauty.
They come every morning
And sing
Their song cuts through the dull throb of the traffic inexorably grinding by
Two worlds colliding.
Only one will win.
They cling to the whipping branches as the monsoon winds whip
And they disappear when the rains fall.
As they have done this morning
And my day is incomplete.
Categories:
bul, bird, nature,
Form: Ballad
In the depths of the night I swear I saw your halo
Drifting above, when my thoughts were calm
Ornate but simple like the humble daisy
Lovely and stunning from flower to bulb
Oh how I dreamt that you could be mine
Vision of beauty as the belle of the ball
Enchanting the evening as we waltz to and fro
You had my heart and I knew it was luv
O my beloved, my truth, my valentine
Until death do we part, to you, my love, I bid
Categories:
bul, love,
Form: Acrostic
In the depths of the night I swear I saw your halo
Drifting above, when my thoughts were calm
Ornate but simple like the humble daisy
Lovely and stunning from flower to bulb
Oh how I dreamt that you could be mine
Vision of beauty as the belle of the ball
Enchanting the evening as we waltz to and fro
You had my heart and I knew it was luv
O my beloved, my truth, my valentine
Until death do we part, my love to you I bid
Categories:
bul, love,
Form: Acrostic
Drugstable [dr-ug-sta-bul]
I can't count days or people.
Time hasn't gained weight
in all it's extra hours,
yet yellow tape
only lasts a while.
The desert wont keep you
from water;
reality sleeps within its enemies...
and I'll keep licking tongues
till the pains quenched.
Lying with citrus roses on the white wall.
Categories:
bul, health, imagination, life, drug,
Form: Verse
My blou bul “girl”
Sy gee my die “thrill”
Sy is die ene,
Sy het die mooste bene.
Die een vir wie ek lewe.
Sy is my alles.
Baie beter as Jacque Kallis
Die rede hoekom ek slaap,
En opstaan in die oggend.
Ek sal haar die wereld gee,
Saam met die groot blou see.
Haar van is Kyle.
Sy het die pragtigste smile.
Categories:
bul, love
Form: Verse