Chances she had to be disruptive,
Like others try out The Abortive
And like them unleash The Eruptive,
But she chose to be The Supportive:
For the legs that hop a bit a prop,
To pens asking for more ink "Don't stop".
Soup I thank for proving me active
On matters hyping not The Native.
Tower she does with clean objective,
Her actions shaming The Subjective!
What a lovely meeting in Soup Hall
For slacking verses an overhaul;
Great ideas rolling like football,
Before Doubting Thomas I stand tall!
with your instant smiles
i carry the load of day
with light loving thoughts
In a circle
Of first graders
Who looked out
With suspicious eyes
On the playground
Next to the
jungle gym
No breaching would realize
A little hand
Reached out
to bravely
Pull me inside
His little heart
Knew in protection
Exclusion
Still divides
Perhaps as myself
He's stood in the outs
Or had earned some rank
In the friendship scouts
Whatever the reason
for bravery shown he was
and will be the clown fish
to this prickly anemone
My umbrella’s my mother,
My raincoat is my father
In my life’s rainy weather.
Form: Diona
Translation of Raymond Pambit’s poem.
Pessimist or optimist
I opt for the latter of the two
So much sadness
in a pessimist’s life
forever contemplating
the darker side of things
hopelessness
and loneliness
manifesting
into your very being
Much joy
comes to the optimist
always noticing
the brighter side of things
encouraging
reassuring
supportive
of every new beginning
Pessimist or optimist
I opt for the latter of the two
bullies
hurting feelings
making fun of people
bystanders who add selves to fray
are the frightened victims of tomorrow
be a supportive upstander
stand up for the victim
don’t hurt feelings
bullies
I look at you and I see perfection
even though you’re moving in the wrong direction.
You’ve hurt me by tearing my heart
and forcing us to be apart.
Your eyes are an intriguing sky blue
which I’m drawn to like glue
whilst your smile lights up my day
resulting in me not knowing what to say.
My friends tell me to stay away
thinking you will lead me astray
They don’t know the real you
and now I feel like there’s no ones here to turn to.
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