Once at the beach, I walked on and on. Following the shore’s meandering contours, To see where its siren curves led. I was curious to reach the end. I never did.   © 2021 S Phua

It’s late in the evening and I am walking and my profound thoughts walk with me. The countryside road is so peaceful now that the gossiping neighbours invaded their homes.   The starry sky inspires me a great deal and I have the impression that…

 Alade Street   I remember Alade Street It was a wide one, untarred, hardly traveled by other than us – the dwellers of the street It stretched from the residence of the mayor – The Baale we called him All the way to Mrs. Kojo’s…

When death comes I hope she Takes the form of my mother.  Even if it is a lie, I hope she takes  Me into her arms and lifts me into  The afterlife, the way she held me When I came into this world. It would…

The Who has always been a dysfunctional family: Entwistle, the remote father, Daltry, the empathetic mother and Townsend and Moon, the errant sons.

All the poets had a Unicorn Black or gold All the poems love themselves All the words have failed All the poets had an Unicorn

“Hello my baby Hello my honey Hello my ragtime gal Send me a kiss by wire Baby my heart’s on fire If you refuse me Honey you’ll lose me Then you’ll be left alone Oh baby, telephone And tell me I’m your own”

I have a lot to tell you in little time It goes way down deep in my soul Makes me burst out with words Listen! Only when you listen can you hear Don’t worry about my mask it’s just a disguise To hide the pain…

Oh, jeez! Chester poemmatized about some cheese. Of which my daughter, Emma, would be mighty pleased; She’s an archeologist—who consumes history with ease—   Whenever a group works on a dig, If they find a bit, they flip their wig, Bits, or 30-pounder big!  …

Trust your rainbows dancing in our eyes Trust your unicorns dancing in the night Trust the poets dancing with madness of life