Con

Con

A convocation is the coming together,
of people, partaking in the same vocation.

A confluence is a point of coming together,
of two rivers flowing in the same direction.

A conjunction indicates the coming together
of sentences, clauses, or words within a clause.

A concatenation is the coming together
of letters or words without a break or pause.

A concurrence results from the coming together
of two or more like-minded opinions

A conjugation simply means coming together
whether of verbs or of human union.

Let us make a habit of coming together
when duty calls and work beckons,
where none can accomplish without help from others,

Let us con-together.

20191114
#MyWritersPoetryPrompt
#PoetryByHaroldHuang
31st / 2019
Con

My Ringgit goes Shalalalala

Written in 20161113, posted here today, a parody about the shrinking Malaysian Ringgit, sung to the tune of Shalalalala.

My ringgit goes shalala lala . . .

There's a ringgit in my purse and its value has been sinking,
All the way to the day and the night till dark clouds surround me.
He's going down for some time, now that started me thinking.
And I'm singing a song, hoping he'll bounce back when he hears me.

[Chorus]

My ringgit goes shalala lala,
going down in the morning,
Oh oh oh, shalala lala,
when will it ever see sunshine.
Shalala lala,
losing its value in the evening.
Shalala lala,
making life hard for you . . .

#PoetryByHaroldHuang

Siti opened the door

"Siti opened the door to go out for her morning walk, not knowing that the sun would not rise that day."

20191111
Submitted to #MyWriters1stLiner
Week 47/2019
11th - 16th Nov 2019

The Walk

From home I set out early in the morn

for a long walk, of which I'm very fond.

My feet are shod with shoes of sturdy soles

the firm and solid ground they surely hold.

A hat my head does shield well from the sun,

while on my face a gentle wind does run.

Foliage of green trees tower high above

still higher up the sky the white clouds move.

Each step I take along the endless way,

brings me nearer to the venue for the day.

On and on, my walk becomes hard-fought,

"Oh! A long way to go" is all that fills my thought.

Clouds are scant, skies turn blue and clear,

The day gets brighter, the sun begins to sear.

I trundle on, keeping my spirits high,

knowing well the end will soon be nigh.

At last, I cheer up, I have won the fight,

my destination appears within sight

My strength I summon, my body forward send

with a spring in my steps, I make it to the end.

20191110

#PoetryByHaroldHuang

The Walk

Gone

20191107
#MyWritersPoetryPrompt
#PoetryByHaroldHuang

Gone

Baby cries in her cot
Mummy is in the bathroom
Just for a while
"Where has mummy gone?"
The infant's unspoken question
To himself
Anxious over mummy's absence
Uncertain whether she'll return.

Toddler cries at the door
Mummy has gone to the market
Just for an hour
"Why is mummy gone so long?"
The toddler's repeated question
To the baby-sitter
Anxious over mummy's whereabouts
Uncertain about when she'll return

Child cries in the classroom
Mummy has gone to work
Just for the day
"Why did mummy go away?"
The child's unanswered question
To himself
Anxious and scared
Uncertain whether she'll come back for him.

An adult cries at the funeral
Mummy has gone to heaven
Leaving him alone in this world
Just for the rest of his life
"Why must she leave?"
It's an unanswered question
For everybody
Mournful and sad
Certain that she'll never return.

Hello Mr Ko

20191104
Submitted to #MyWriters1stLiner
46th/2019, 04 - 09 Nov.

"Hello! Mr Ko Ka Yu?", the delivery boy called, amused at a name that sounded like "You piece of wood".

Wind of Change

Wind

A strong wind does blow
from one end of the sky,
it rushes to the other,
passing everyone by.

It neither howls nor whistle,
none hear it come their way.
Not a green leaf does it rustle,
No branch does this wind sway.

Yet we know it's in the air,
this silent ominous wind,
we see it moving everywhere,
and feel it deep within.

The wind makes some worried
about what their life will be,
It makes others excited
about things that they will see.

Nobody can explain the wind,
you'll find it rather strange,
it's not like any wind you've seen,
it is the wind of change.

20191101
Submitted to
#MyWritersPoetryPrompt
29th of 2019

#PoetryByHaroldHuang