Swing

The swing has not much to its name,
nor beauty to behold.
It's just a seat hung from a frame,
with ropes for us to hold.

It stands quietly on the ground,
just waiting in plain sight.
Until at last a child comes 'round,
and hops on with delight.

We see such excitement and joy,
on the face of the happy child.
Almost as if a new-found toy,
it swings so free and wild.

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Swing

Frail

With trembling hands
he coaxed
the pair of unsteady chopsticks
to pick up a morsel,
bringing it
gingerly
to his mouth.

With shivering jaws
and chattering teeth,
barely chewing,
it was yet
another struggle
to finish up his food.

Day after day,
meal after meal,
the frail old man
perseveres
to satisfy
his constant hunger pangs.

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Frail

Enchanted

They say the place is bewitched,
that it has been put under a spell.
Some call it the enchanted castle,
for every visitor will tell

that no sooner have you crossed the draw-bridge,
and step in through its gatehouse,
than an eerie silence befalls
one and all,
from which silence none can be aroused.

This is the enchanted castle,
it leaves visitors spell-bound.
Having become the enchantee,
they leave without turning around.

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Enchanted

Husky

My teacher he has a husky voice,
his speech unclear and hoarse.
Yet he's well loved by us boys,
for he's earnest in getting across.


He teaches us with all his heart,
rising above our noise,
His expert knowledge he does impart,
we love his husky voice.

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Husky

The Spiral of Life

Life leads us
step-by-step
down an endless flight of stairs.

A spiraling stairway
where we can only walk down,
and only look back
but never climb up again.

It's an unending descent
into the unknown
called the future.

We are compelled
to keep stepping forward,
going deeper into the spiral,
getting lost in our pursuits of life.

Always looking for a better future,
yet never certain if the steps ahead
will prove better than those we've left behind.

For we are all journeying into the unknown
along the spiral of life.

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On Sunday 20191006

Build

A house we build with timber and nails,
A ship is built with anchor and sails.

We build an aircraft to fly the skies,
but for friendship that never dies,

we do it with much sacrifice.

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Build

Freeze

It's more than fearsome
when you freeze
in the midst of writing out your piece

When an idea that had
unfolded so vividly,
is now met with words that cease.

It's a stall, it's a block,
it's everything you'd not like to meet,
For a freeze in your writing
makes you frozen in your seat.

20191004
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Freeze