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(Dedication: To my old school mates,
Class of 1971, St. Joseph's Insitution,
Singapore)
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In a swift flow
Old times catch-up,
Three in a row
Espresso cups.
Queen Street unfurls
With simple flair,
We sit and curl
Sift old time airs.
Old days discuss
With ample wit,
A meal to buzz
As fancy hits.
Two score and six
Years blown away,
A motley mix
To anchor say.
By this fine space:
Mary's Kafe,
Greet face to face
As updates sway.
Change looks so strange
As we touch base,
Age screams new range
To fit our case.
Make small talk blunt
With new chit-chat,
Familiar grunts
Pry this and that.
Old versions add
A sparkle here,
Each to a fad
Dimpled with cheer.
Mellow old bones
Tell a story,
Each ageing tone
As life sparks spree.
Just for a while
Warm moments fit,
A glimpse of smiles
In jolly wit.
So much to say
Now each to each,
Sip drinks today
Old times track reach.
A few hours here
To share old times,
School days once near
Distract odd chimes.
Too soon, too quick
Time to part ways,
Each to his flick
A path and play.
A group picture
For keepsake kind,
A sure fixture
Frames peace of mind.
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2017
Singapore
I don't know why, but Sitruc was in a 'song mood' today. Some
songs of old came to mind. So, he looked them up and played them.
Each one of those five songs reminded him of, well, himself.
Each song seemed to have represented a part of 'his story'.
One was a song about a call from a loved one to 'come home'.
She was PLEADING.
Another spoke of a relationship gone sour and going nowhere.
They both were BLEEDING.
Song #3 describes
a lover's secret escape to parts unknown.
He was LEAVING.
Yet another spoke of one desiring to touch base with yesterday.
He was LONGING.
And lastly, Sitruc played a song about something beautiful.
Something to which he was never connected, was MISSING.
I think the worst thing about Sitruc's Friday song mood
was the fact that all five songs were sad SINGING.
By early Saturday morning, long before sunrise, Sitruc
was very aware that deep inside, he was GRIVING.
I know. We all have stories and like Sitruc,
Some parts of our story are strangely PUZZLING.
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
Anthony had always been cautious and wise about matters of morality. But
this time, his eyes were dim to matters of reality. That December day was
relaxed and peaceful. The "back then's and remember when's" began to leap like antelope across many years in his memory zone. But trouble lurked
ahead, and he was home alone. All was calm and silent, but it wasn't even night. The day wasn't holy, but it was sunny and bright. In the quietness of his
blessed home, out of curiosity, he picked up the phone. He never should have made that fateful call. It cost him dearly, and he nearly lost it all. It was
indeed a normal beginning of the winter season. But sometimes normal changes course for any reason. Like falling leaves of Fall, innocense graced
that first call. A happy season, it was Christmas Eve as I recall. It would have been better had he gone shopping at the mall. But instead, he was curiously
driven, unaware of what would befall. He simply wanted to touch base with his past, and that was all. He never realized his future was moving toward a huge
waterfall. It's funny sometimes how a bit of curiosity can lead us astray. But it's not funny when we realize how we can easily lose our way. For seven
months, he ignored the teachings of Jesus, Peter, and Paul. As his resistance grew weaker and smaller, his became a battle royal. There were songs that
came to mind making him feel 10 feet tall. But without warning, he felt one song penning him against the wall. That song spoke of a Southern city on
Southern summer nights. And I tell you, for seven months, he really had no desire to be right. In his heart, he knew he was wrong. Within a few weeks,
he realized he really was not that strong. It's funny sometimes how initially we have no misguided intention at all. But it's not funny when we come close to
a great big fall. His deed was detected, causing a bit of dismay. But in process of time, it was to his delight that he was brought to the light. In due time
there came along one like a lion on the prowl with a mighty roar. After being pulled from the jaws of the bear, Anthony began to thrive and soar, and like
an eagle, he mounted on the heights. Doubtless, he would surely have been devoured had not God sent someone to help him fight.
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I missed you
By Michelle Morris
19/07/2020
Hey, it's good to touch base
With you again;
It's been so long -
Like a lifetime already...
I'm still shaking,
Shaking like a leaf;
Feeling the exhilaration and fear
Swirling around me...
Chorus
Because I missed you;
Missed you so much it's true.
Never got over us;
Never got over you...
I missed you,
Every night and every day;
I missed you,
And for this moment
I prayed -
I prayed I'd see you again.
(End Chorus)
Being with you now,
It's so surreal;
Like a mirage that might disappear,
Like a magical dream...
But it's true and it's real;
You're here with me now,
And my words have all fled...
All I can do is feel...
Chorus
Yes it's true;
Yes it's real -
You're real and you're you...
It's magical,
Like a dream come true...
It's true, I still love you...
... But hey!
It's really good to touch
Base with you again...
I hope we can still be friends...
I might be shaking like a leaf
But I won't hesitate -
You make my life complete...
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Many people find it difficult to communicate, especially with loved ones. If time and effort isn't made, the gap between people can widen and seem an insurmountable obstacle.
the space fills up
(a bridge can be built)
By Michelle Morris
13/08/2020
As
the silence
grows over time
and the space fills up
with nothing to say to each other
we need to stand still
and slow down
to touch base
again
A
bridge
can be built
between our souls
if we are prepared to make every
effort to communicate
with love and
gentleness
as one
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Mother
I never really understood
the depth of your love until
I became a mother to.
I have respect for you and
I love you very much.
The woman I am today is
because of your unwavering
love.
I know if you could have
protected me from the pain,
I endured in my life you would
have because that's what
mother's do.
Kids
I love you so much. The heart
in my chest beats for you. I
never really understood what
love was until you came into
my life.
I'm grateful to be your mother
and I couldn't have asked for
better kids.
Do some times you put my
nerves on edge? Or allow me
to experience every emotion
up under the sun?Yes but that
what children do and love you
very much.
Siblings
I know I may have not been the
perfect sister. But you need to
know that I love you very much.
That bond that we shared as kids
is unbreakable. No matter where I
am or where I go you mean the
world to me.
Do sometimes we still act like kids
and stop talking to each other for
something foolish?
Yes but that what siblings do.
And my love for you will never
change.
Relatives
I know sometimes we lose con-
tact with each other and don't
know what's going on in each
other's lives. But we are family
and the love I have for you will
forever remain. Do we finally
touch base and say we will
get together soon? Yes be-
cause that's what relatives do.
And that my dear loved one really
has to change.
Friends
You all are so special. Truly a
gift from up above. At times
when I needed a shoulder to
cry on you were there. You get
me and accept for who I am. I
know I can be difficult at times.
Do sometimes I forget to tell you
what you mean to me? Yes be-
cause that's what friends do,
I thought you knew that I love
you very much and so glad
you're in my life.
11-19-16
Alexis Y
Sitting here daydreaming of the many faces
That is hiding between the spaces
As we touch base I could make an open case
Baby in our life we are going places
It's plain to see you just need
more love from me
So you will know how far our love will grow
You remain to be a woman of mystery
As everything is as it should be
Major fireworks going off inside of thee
when I close my eyes to be happy and free
All I see are your many faces
Looking back directly at me
Oh this must be all the love you promised I'd see
Showering down like heaven so blissfully
Luckily we already agree
This has always been about you and me
I believe we have found the key
To beautiful love that is total reality
As far as the eyes can see
This is our guarantee
We are on a love spree
Turning on all this sensuality
That leads us to our family tree
I can foresee this going to be for eternity
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
I’m Face-Timing with my Grandmère, we touch-base once a week. I love that face, wrinkled, like wind-weathered driftwood, and she’s a wag. “Are you familiar with the ECB?” She asks.
I wince at this odd turn in conversation, “Not REALLY,” I say, searching my mental index of useless facts and cross-matching those with her interests, “the European Central Bank?” I reply. “Oui.” she says.
“Let’s see,” I begin in a bored voice, “Inflation – transitory or persistent?” I say, in my best TV news-reader voice. “No,” I chuckle, “Not really, I have REAL, boring-things I’m learning about.”
“You’ll need to - one day,” she says, like a tarot reading oracle.
“I can’t imagine why.” I said. “I’m writing a few sentences about you!” I interject, to both change the subject and see what she says. She’s the only one in the family who knows I write.
“Oh,” she sighs, “Am I young, immoral and reckless?”
“Yes, you ARE,” I assure her, “you’re the worst.”
“Good," she confides, “I miss those days.”
.
Marriam Webster: a wag is a clever person prone to joking