You stood out as a delicate gem of nature
the epitome of true passion
before your youth is ravaged through time

Weathered of your prime,
you bow to fate's decree, leaving behind
seeds of your memory to the birds of flight
that will spread them across the earth

The memory of your youth will linger
in the fragrance of the soil
until its time for it to be revived
when another's cycle begins

Walking in the shades of grey,
I have infiltrated the syndicates,
the elusive criminals of today
to study the games they played.

At times, my credibility is doubted
when fellows officers think I've swayed.
At times my loyalty is questioned
but my chief knows I will not stray.

For I have ended the reign of crimelords
with the evidence I have gathered
the scums thinking they're mortal gods,
trashed into a world of hurt.

Stop the music!
I've grown weary of this dance.
The end is long overdue
It has shed all its fun

Sweet-honeyed lies,
fake whispers of affection
I bid all of them goodbye.
to focus my attention

I take a bow
Let the hypocrites mingle
I'm walking away now
to be free from their world

Let them have the stage
I refuse to dance again.
The rhythm of heartbreaks
only drives me insane.

I leave the stage
to embrace life
with wings of hope
to help me fly

Lying on the sweet grass.
I gaze at the myriad stars of the summer night,
companions to the Mistress Moon
while a gentle wind caresses my skin in delight.

The silence greets me
with a sense of peace in my solitude
which has eluded my mind
when the strains of the city life intrudes.

Sighing to myself,
I close my eyes to embrace sleep,
enjoying a quiet moment
where I can be alone but not lonely....

Once again I was denied
the joy of feeling alive

Ruined by false hopes of yesterday,
colours of my dreams washed away

I mourned the lost of freedom,
beginning with our flawed union

Peace slipped through the cracks of my soul
I've lost everything I hold

Addicted to the game of chance
you lose our fortune to the cards!

Then you raised a mountain of debts,
ignoring me as I wept

When you lost your mind to the bottle
I dreaded the night filled with hurt

Your pen dances with the grace of a swan
and the words flow smoothly from your thoughts
forming the fabrics of great poetry
that has always filled me with envy

My pen stumbles in my trial,
struggling with cliches and prose,
finding ways to carve imagery
into verses filled with subtle words..

Share with me your wisdom, my dear friend
I crave to reach the starry heights
but my feet are still rooted to earth.
still i cling to this dream for all its worth

A crown of stars,
A gown of silken glory
will never suffice
to show what you mean to me

No man can understand
the stress of child-bearing
as one grows in your womb
through nine months of aching

No man can know the pain
of woman in labour,
risking her precious life,
giving birth to another

If I lose a good friend,
I can find another
but none can replace you,
Not now, not ever

That is why, Dear Mother
I will always love you
now and forever
this will always be

Somewhere in the trees,
a hooting owl greets the night
restless bats take flight

Spying on the moon,
a young crow is mesmerized
by her great beauty

Where fireflies gather,
tiny merry lights linger,
teasing the shadows

While the crickets sing
celebrating the dark hour
with their own rhythm

The night comes alive
with the sound of hunting beasts
fighting or survival....

When wise men bicker
the world is turned upsidedown
as fools multiply

Ego makes no one wiser
Misplaced pride defeats purpose

Stay your words, first think
Let the wisdom rule your voice
Speak in quiet truth

Reach out to those that need words
Let them heal naturally

Co- author
Ian T

A bowl of porridge
with a glass of home-brewed tea
sate my appetite

A meal served with sincere love
is my wholesome nourishment