The Rose

Nestled in the garden

Trimmed and well kept

Behind the smooth petals

The rose flower hides

Pinkish and moist

Full of fragrance

Though it is hiding

Behind the soft folds

Bees come by

See no thorns

Try to get in

And suck the nectar

They may succeed

They may not

But they find the thorns

Whether succeeded or not

Death of a Phoenix

The phoenix dies

Turns in to ashes

Wanting to rise again

Flooded in its tears

For sorrow at its own fate

The phoenix dies, forever

Revolution

Come

Let us unite

Take up arms

Overthrow the ruling class

Annihilate them

Form our government

People's

Democratic of course

Basking in the sunshine

Of revolution

Then

Appoint leaders

To oversee revolution

Guide the government

Protect

And then

Start again

Come

Let us unite...

Rain

Fall down

On a dry desert

Churning in the heat

Yearning for some comfort

Fall down

On lush green fields

Pleasing to the eye

Helping to remain so

Fall down

On mountains so high

Giving birth to rivulets

Growing as they flow

Fall down not

On the homeless so pitiful

And those rushing for home

After a day so long

Betrayed

Photo: Andrey Brandis

She was a church

For the unfaithful

Who saw the building

But not the altar

Love

Love is a package
Wrapped in possession
Hate and jealousy
All inclusive

'Singapore Father'

So much well-wishes from the members of public. There's an innocence in the drawings by children that is touching (Pic and Caption by Neo Xiaobin - Photojournalist with The Straits Times, Singapore)

He led a nation
To prosperity
Creating human machines
In a concrete jungle

Some thought

Until he fell
On a sickbed
Fighting the inevitable

The machines convened
By their thousands
With prayers, flowers
Love and hope

Proving his machines
Were human
And humane too