Nobody's Park

(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child)

As I was slowly passing
A busy town one day
I lingered for a moment
To watch people on their way

Alone, in eerie silence
Sat a park under the sky
The lonely weeds, they spoke to me
With words that made me cry

I'm nobody's park, I'm nobody's park
Just like the rain clouds, I'm growing dark
My bridge is broken, my neglect is stark
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's park . . .

Nobody's Park
by Harold Huang
2025-06-06 00:31 hrs GMT+8
#sightsandsounds #heartfelt

Buildings

I look across the city from a hill,
endless blocks of buildings do I see.
The hill is quiet, the morning air is still,
a gentle wind of thought blows upon me:

"Beneath those buildings made of stone and steel,
stand many other buildings big and small.
Buildings that we neither see nor feel,
they cast no shadows, make no sound at all.

A view of Kepong and northern KL

Teachers building students' knowledge and skill,
Parents building families at home.
Young people building careers with strong will,
Merchants building wealth in days to come."

Beneath those buildings standing tall and strong,
are buildings that we build our whole life long.

"Buildings" - a sonnet
by Huang Bing Yao
Mon 30May22 1344 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthecity #sonnet

The Dawn

As the sun peeks over the horizon
homes begin to light up
we prepare to work and play

As Dawn flies over the earth
it heralds the arrival of
a completely fresh new day

I wish this Dawn will bring
a day when we are set free
from all sadness, sorrow, and tears

I wish for a new Dawn
when wars and destruction cease,
and disasters no longer do we fear.

Desa Parkcity at dawn

The Dawn of a new day
when by kindness is cruelty defeated,
and by honesty is deceit repelled.

A Dawn that brings the day
when greed gives way to charity,
when heaven drives away all hell.

"The Dawn"
by Huang Bing Yao
Sat 28May22 1947 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthecity

A train ride

I'm going on a journey
I feel like a child again
all excited and happy
at riding the express train

The thrill of hearing clickety-clack
and the occasional thump
of many wheels on the railway track
going over occasional bumps

The express train

The fun of rocking side to side,
the train at times will roll,
beautiful sceneries outside
through the window I behold

I feel a strange excitement
seated aboard the train
It brings such pleasant moments
I'd take the train again.

"A train ride"
by Huang Bing Yao
Fri 27May22 2334 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthecity

Pompous Plates

Write in the city 10May22 (a sonnet)

Plates of fine china, proud, indifferent,
Each one grandly installed on its throne.
Born in families reputable, affluent,
In grace incomparable, in beauty well known.

Plates of fine art, impressive and charming,
Proudly beams at every passer-by
Who stops in awe, beholding and admiring,
To impress their audience, they need not try.

Pompously installed in their thrones

Plates of high standing, nonchalant, reserved,
Exudes an aura of grandeur unmatched.
Getting the rapt attention they deserve,
From their audience they appear detached.

Day and night, enthroned in regal state
On tall pedestals, they are pompous plates.

"Pompous Plates"
by Huang Bing Yao
Tue 10May22 2017 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthecity

Delayed

Write in the city 09May22

You search for dates and times of flights,
select, confirm, and pay
Your boarding pass is printed right
you wait for departure day

To airport on a journey long
in bright and cheerful mood
Your heart is filled with happy song
and thoughts of all things good

On arriving, Alas! you're stumped
by bad news that you fear
from your Row One seat you're bumped
to Row Fifty at the rear.

The departures information screen

Another scare comes from the flight
departures information screen:
Words DELAYED flash red and bright
for flights that can be seen

It is a day of bad delays
at the crowded airport hall
with patience tried in many ways
you wait for your boarding call.

"Delayed"
by Huang Bing Yao
Mon 09May22 1119 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds #writeinthecity

Walked by the dog

Write in the City 08May22

On a lead, on a lead
your dog walks ahead
It stops to smell the roses
Your dog leads you

Clean up, clean up
your dog takes toilet break
It leaves you with a little mess
Your dog commands you

Walked by the dog

Walk the dog, walk the dog
What you set out to do
has now unwittingly changed
Your dog is walking you

"Walked by the dog"
by Huang Bing Yao
Sun 08May22 1059 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#sightandsounds

In your dreams

Write in the city 07May22

If I could appear in your dream
and meet you face to face,
it matters not if we're separated
by journeys of many days

If I could answer in my dream
a question you have asked,
no longer will you have to wait
'til another day has passed.

If we could promise to meet up
in our dreams tonight,
and have some tea together
that will be a great delight.

A dreamy view of the city skyline

If we could meet our long lost friends
in our dreams at will,
we won't need to call or write
or send any message still.

If all our dreams were just as real
as when we are awake,
then the saying, "In your dreams"
a different meaning takes.

"In your dreams"
by Huang Bing Yao
Sat 07May22 1730 hrs GMT+8
#poetry #poetrybybingyao
#daydreams #writeinthecity