The Poetry Marathon

My boy is growing up
I asked him to accompany me
He said no

He chooses himself now
Oh I miss the old time
The time I always rant off
The boy was so clingy

The boy always cried
Asked for food
Asked to play

“Mama I am afraid, Hug me,” said 4th year him
I hugged him tight
I miss his young smile

Now, I burst with complicated feeling
Joys is coming, He is almost mature
Pity is emerging, I am alone now,

John, come to mommy, I miss you.

The time is coming
The final round
I see the light
Grab my hand

I see the stairs
Wow, it has finished
Death comes at the right time
Leave the world behind
Look upon the hopes ahead

I meet my saviour
My creator
At the right time
Oh Death, thank you

People gathers in his green backyard
They are mourning, hugging each other
Some people are crying loud
Some just contemplating
Why is this occurring
He makes a speech
His beloved dogs
Has died
Loved

Look up to the sky
The blue sky
Wrapped with the thick cloud

My heart beats so fast
While i’m running
I breathe the fresh air
I’ve been longing for

No skyscraper here
I see animals
Feeding their children
I see field rice
The farmer wears gumboots
To passing by the sludge

I see green colour
I am refreshed
I hear dripping sound
There is a river

The bird is chirping
I look to the other side
Periwinkle blooms so nice
I grab one
Lord, I love this ambience

I enjoy this time
No car honks
No rush
No phone
Just me, and the nature

The cold stabbed my skin
The light shone brightly
The Christmas tree,
Norway Spurce, was standing tall in Rockefeller
There were massive discounts

The happiest time of the year
Hot chocolate was my companion
While passing by Manhattan
People were smiling

The parties were held
Festive food was served
The church was full
The theatre was crowded

People celebrated the joy
Joy of the world
The saviour

New York and Winter, my December was so great
I felt the vibes
I skate during winter
The snow was so tick, I slipped a lot
I love it, I love it
Everything I’ve been dreamt of, came true

I love December,
December 2019 was one of my best Decembers
December is always about love and joy, yet 2019 was the most unforgettable one

My mind is full
I hear whispers
Negative ones

I want to give up
The path is hard
I can’t sleep

I only have to switch my perspective
I need to love myself more
I have been through a lot
I have been through worse

The world has prepared me for this
I have to raise up again
I have to see the world better

But, I want to feel this feeling
I need to validate the anger
The sadness, the aches, the hurt,
Burning inside my heart

I feel it, I’ll get better
This too shall pass.

Explore,
The man loves to explore,
The young man

The time is tough
The journey is rough
The man never gives up

He finds new hope
He sees new perspective
The world support him

He loves it, he loves every part of his journey
He teaches us faith
He teaches us hope
He teaches us perseverance

He explores, He inspires.

Time passed by
The old times were more fun
The old times that I sometimes rant for
My old Normal

Normal is gone now
Normal is different now
Normal is uncertain now

Is the earth healing?
Human took normal for granted

Am I too selfish?
I want my old normal back
Without mask
Free to travel

But, my normal never comes back
My old normal will only be my memories

I am adjusting, i am adjusting
New normal seems scary
Perhaps, the earth has suffered so much
So, she rests now, and we suffer

If my old normal is back, will I nurture the earth better?
Will you?

A little step is a process
Everyone has their own steps
No need to rush
We will reach the other side at the right time

Enjoy the process
Feel the breeze while sipping a hot coffee
Relax your mind
Take some breath

Prepare your heart
The day is starting
I hope today is a your day

Time capsule enlightens my mind
Memories that faded
Emerges to the surface

Letter from the ancestors
Prediction about the current situation
The ancestors had reminded us
But, we unintentionally neglected the advise

The world was not okay, and even worse now
The ancestors expected us to nurture the earth
Instead, greedy people exploit it

Is it too late,
too late to fix everything,
now everything is in chaos,
Oh the ancestors, is it too late?