Flying foxes hang replete from the tall trees
dripping in the morning sun. They have sucked
the flesh of mamey sapote, rambutan and mangosteens.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that seep a dawn drenched dew onto our heads.
The summit of Penang Hill is reserved for the rich
who live above the heat and hustle.
Cool nights favor a fragrant adulatory.
Jia Liu has an 'Uncle' that is not related to her.
When he is away she takes me to the villa
as a tennis partner, and sometimes lover.
After the game we stroll under the bat dribble.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead. I call after her:
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again - a dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared with a sweet red thirst.
A lunar cave sheilded them
from the horrors of radation
there the Moondogs
honed there skills and became
revered by the challenges of nature.
Martain Microbes and
Titan Sulfurnites
the Crystals of a space time Contentioum
filled the area were
the Magnif One
Duplicater wuld build
the first ever Home World vessel
to store the inhabitants of Earth.
Earth a World far, far away!
Earth, there a twinkle in the galaxy.
Earth a place destined t jear the tales
of these Astromic explorors.
Earth there beyond the
the hemishere of the Moon, Mars and the Earth like
moon of Saturn!
They were astronuants in space when
earth was conquered by 55 Cancri e a distant planet in Space!
frustrations and stressful events that gave way
to the spaceship docked above earth.
The camera show
were the astronauts on the moon, Mars and Titan
rallied to join together
and spearhead the
effects to reconcour earth.
The far, far planet earth home to these
earthings.
Now what can I say about,
There are so many doubt.
A thing that is crystal clear,
Is that I don't like it here.
Because of all the drama,
Having a feeling of despair and trauma.
Not able to learn or put my mind,
Not a single solution I am able to find.
Trying to restrain my emotions,
Wanna need a magic potion.
To handle my tears,
And to face my fears.
~Jia
My dreams are the sole focus of my life,
And in my mind they are as sharp as a knife.
Doing hardwork and enduring all pain,
And not wasting any time in vain.
To make my parents proud,
So that they can shout out loud.
That their daughter has achieved something great,
And has created her own golden fate.
To cherish the moment when I achieve my goal,
And being satisfied from my heart & soul.
My future as bright as a moon,
That day would come soon.
~ Jia
Hey! Look it's a girl child,
On hearing this he went wild.
'I don't want that curse' , he said,
All his conditions were laid.
Her mother cried the whole night,
When he said "remove her from my sight".
She took the girl and left him for good,
Wandering without home without food.
The girl grew up to be strong and bold,
Numerous stories of hardships she was told.
~Jia
I am always around you
No matter where you go
Day after day, it never felt boring looking at you
You have strongly attracted me
just like gravity
Slowly and gently you shine on me
Warming up every part of me
Making me lively
Without you,
I am but a frozen, dead planet
[TIONG JIA HENG - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL]
Love come quietly,
Finally, drops
About me, on me
in the old ways
What did I know
Thinking myself
Able to go
Alone all the way
[HOW JIA HUI - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MALAYSIA]
Flying foxes hang replete from the tall trees
dripping in the morning sun.
They have sucked the flesh
of mamey sapote,
of rambutan and mangosteens.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that seep a dawn drenched dew onto our heads.
The summit of Penang Hill
is reserved for the rich
who live above the heat and hustle.
Cool nights favor a fragrant adulatory.
Jia Liu has an 'Uncle'
that is not related to her.
When he is away
she takes me to the villa
as a tennis partner,
and sometimes lover.
After the game
we stroll under the bat dribble.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead.
I call after her:
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again-
a dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared
with a sweet red thirst
that felt no shame.
Flying foxes hang replete from the rain trees
dripping in the morning sun.
They have sucked the flesh
of mamey sapote,
of rambutan and mangosteen.
Their dog-like pelts are copper pendants
that dribble a dawn dew onto our heads.
Jia Liu has an Uncle
that is not related to her.
When he is away
she takes me as a tennis partner,
and sometimes lover.
Her uncle owns
the villa.
After the game
we stroll under the large bats.
“It’s good for your hair,” she says laughing,
running ahead.
I call
“Where do they go in the heat of the day?”
“To the fruit markets in George Town,
“they hang from the rafters.”
Last night I was with her again.
A dream.
We were drinking amrita of guava,
our lips smeared
with a sweet red thirst.
China Spies and Lies
Concentration camps in the north
disappearing book sellers in the south
Chinese spies hunt one and all
Army of thieves , worldwide
Zhao Ziyang, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
where is the brave young man
who battled one thousand tanks?
Xu Jiatun, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
truth has no play in China today
only death and propaganda reign
Xi Jinping, crimes against humanity
Lu Shaye, propogandist to the core
Leaders of a revolution long dead
corruption their cause, their only rules
Coal plants and cigarettes
Keep your silences
even you may lose your breath
This is China, spies and lies
Jailed Activists
Ai Weiwei
Bao Tong
Bao Zunxin
Cai Lujun
Chen Pokong
Cheng Jianping
Gao Zhisheng
Guo Quan
He Depu
Hu Jia
Huang Qi
Ilham Tohti
Jiang Lijun
Jiang Rong
Jiang Yanyong
Jiang Yefei
Li Hai
Li Zhi
Liao Yiwu
Liu Di
Liu Xiaobo
Qin Yongmin
Shi Tao
Tan Zuoren
Tang Baiqiao
Wang Bingzhang
Wang Dan
Wang Quanzhang
Wang Xiaoning
Wang Youcai
Wei Jingsheng
Wu Gan
Xu Zhiyong
Yang Jianli
Yuan Hongbing
Yue Xin
Zeng Jinyan
Zhao Changqing
Zhao Lianhai
Everywhere I look, lightening
And people merrymaking
On their faces, happy curves
Am breathing with cracking nerves
I am a baba's girl
He told me he loved me most
Than anything else in the world
To me he is my entire world
I am in pain you are not here
You always used to be my seer
I miss you at all times
When I feel you by my side
My nights and days are filled with dread; nosey red
Thousand times I cry; eyes are wet and tears dry
I miss you baba
You are mine
Yours and only yours ... (Jia) - Fatima Hasan Zaidi
Limerick: Once an upset farmer in Xin Jia Po
Once an upset farmer in Xin Jia Po*
Built farms upwards in tiers: O! Vertigo!
Produce diminishing
UFOs pilfering
Now he sows wild oats in Infierno!
• Chinese for Singapore
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013