Victor Vasarely

Victor Vasarely

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 4th July 2015, Saturday, 1:24 p.m.-1:41p.m., having lunch alone in Adam's Hawker Centre, Dunearn Road, Singapore 

Draw a line, 

Stop.

Curve upside,

Stop. 

Repeat until the end, 

As straight as you can;

Try not to have a bend,

Enough for eyes to scan.

Look at the time,

Oh, faster!

Erase pencil line, 

Oh, bother! 

Choose your frame,

Gallery Time to aim;

Remember what to say?

What is his name?

Optical art,

A line a part;

Victor Vasarely,

Things in 3D. 

See it carefully,

As brains perceive;

If it's popping,

It's greatly achieved!

What's your message to me?

And also to everybody;

From hi-5 to anything,

Kudos on your masterpiece!

Profession

Profession 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 5th June 2015, Friday, 1:26 p.m.-1:36 p.m., Lunching alone in Adam's Hawker Centre, Botanic Gardens 

One, two, three, 

Action! 

My mind is thinking,

Profession. 

Being in education,

Is this my destination?

Oh no, thought of changes,

Which also means challenges.

Teaching children,

Caring patients;

Where's the turn?

What's patience?

From head to tummy,

All the way to the feet;

Hope I didn't do anything,

Hurting with or without ink.

I pray for speedy recovery,

For those needing it;

Deeply I'm very sorry,

You outburst crying suddenly.

Yet you accepted me,

Sitting on my lap quietly;

Glad there was Mommy,

Carrying you up gently.

And so I thought again,

Where should I begin?

Leave this or stay,

To wherever it may?

Suffering in His Happiness

Suffering in His Happiness 

Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 7th March 2015, Saturday, 6:46 p.m.-7:03 p.m., Sitting in 187 bus heading to Woodlands Interchange 

Clarity of mind,

He came in kind;

Loving it behind,

From hi to bye.

A step too late,

Entering her gate;

He didn't wait,

Memories of rate.

Attached yet single,

Mud a puddle;

Baby without cradle,

Dreams do shatter. 

Women in collection,

How is that loyal?

Women in separation,

How is that love? 

Words do hurt,

Actions still heard; 

Humbly he courted,

Words he ended. 

She is suffering in his happiness,

He realizes he is being careless;

Miss, kiss, miss, kiss,

Does fate even exist?

Orange Porridge

Orange Porridge 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 23rd December 2014, Tuesday, 8:00 a.m.-8:32 a.m., sitting in my cousin, Hui's room in SG, a random title for children's literary fun understanding and rhyming, Blessed and Merry Christmas, my dear readers! :"D

There goes my orange porridge!

Someone put it in the fridge!

Full of fish!

I just saw a tick! 

Where is Mommy? 

Why she must have left early!

My orange porridge I can't reach,

How am I supposed to eat?

Oh, dearie,

Don't you worry;

Though I'm a shorty,

I'll get you in a minute. 

IKEA stool ready,

Gripping gloves steady;

On the count of 1, 2, 3!

My bowl... All I see is... What? Empty!

It should be that someone,

Had my orange porridge and run;

The spoon is only one,

This someone wouldn't be far. 

I took my pretty blue bowl,

Filled it with water cold;

Finger circled it in a row,

I found the answer to my sorrow!

Oh, how could you ate it all!

You just wait for my call;

Would you be in the mall?

If only you aren't that tall!

I'm checking my Christmas sock,

Oh bummer, there's a lock!

"Not till 25th, wait for a-tick-a-tock,"

Santa got hungry reaching my block!

My orange porridge in your tummy,

It must had been very yummy;

I wish you a pleasant journey,

Kiss Rudolph's Red Nose for me.

The Gift of Gratefulness

The Gift of Gratefulness
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 17th October 2014, Friday, 11:48 a.m.-12:23 p.m., watching The Ellen DeGeneres Show XII on Channel 5

Dear Ching Yee,
Thank you for naming;
More of remembering,
I shall write based on my ability,
It's a homework I shall fulfill this morning.

Many things came to mind,
I wonder which to unwind;
The first I thank The Lord Most High,
Without Him, I would've died.

Words filled my head,
Yet I don't know what to say;
If all that I wished to convey,
That can't be done in a day.

Next I'd like to thank my parents,
For showing me the beauty of Earth;
Giving me a life that's worth,
Guiding me through crossroads and junctions.

Not forgetting my brother and relatives,
Who are also like my adjectives;
Each of us with smiles and tears,
The record is the reunion years.

A shout out to my sisters,
You know who you are;
The miles won't separate us,
You're precious to me like a shining star.

My gained and lost friends,
We're all universal threads;
Fate, chemistry, compatibility, and body language at their bests,
Wearing the friendship shirt if it's a yes,
Then, things will start to be aware,
People will begin to care;
Feelings from being kept to shared,
All of these create memories a stack,
More or less, there won't be a lack,
They'll matter if we're still in contact;
What's important is the heart to protect,
If I ignore you, it'd mean nothing is left to be said,
But if you did come back,
I'd think twice instead;
I trust God's timeframe,
He knows I'm not into temporary game and flame.

I'm a girl of sweets and treats,
I'm a girl of behind the scenes;
I don't mind poor and famine,
I know I struggled to be where I'm in.

"I Need You" by LeAnn Rimes,
I'm also a girl of rhymes;
This is the song I meant to sing,
And this is a gift of gratefulness to you sincerely from me.

A Heart Next to Mine

A Heart Next to Mine
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 15th September 2014, Monday, 8:00 p.m.-8:27 p.m., laying on my bed in my cousin's room, specially dedicated to Anna-Maria Champalbert, the most beautiful soul

The moment I heard your name,
Your presence a gorgeous flame;
As a modest persona you came,
Our first meeting I had to frame.

It would be different,
If I wasn't;
Working through matters,
A workplace does wonders.

I appreciate our chat,
After my dinner;
You were still there,
You said to me,
"I've met the most beautiful person in Capella,"
I replied, "You're more beautiful, Anna-Maria,"
I thank God for yesterday,
We finally met not via email.

We live and lead simple lives,
We know what's behind beehives;
We work hard, not once, not twice but thrice,
All just because of a bowl of rice,
Whatever we go through, there's the beauty that lies,
We just need to open up our eyes;
Not the physical but within the heart that flies,
Across the pacific of miles and miles.

Your soul gracefully would shine,
You're beautiful and sweetly kind;
You're a joy that one would find,
You've a heart next to mine.

The hugs and kisses you gave,
They continued as we paved;
I'm so sorry for no dinner today,
My dear love, we shall meet again.

That I Can't Sleep

That I Can't Sleep
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 1st September 2014, Monday, 1:23 a.m.-2:34 a.m., in my cousin's room just after a slow and warm shower

Last night was another dream,
It was of wood, wind, and beam;
Ignored the walls,
There were we,
Just beside the stream,
The lights were practically dim;
Waitresses to serve and to deem,
A restaurant of fruit and royalty,
So close to me as it was British,
I would fail if it was Irish;
Yet I was too tired to even eat,
I was glad we shared and finished it,
It was a great chat,
With too many similarities indeed;
It was hard for me to express reality,
Whatever the universe hinted me,
There were topics related to it,
He was even more talkative than me;
All I could do was to stare at him,
Looking at his beautiful eyes,
The moment he smiled,
I could just show fragile;
Why should I lie?
That was what I felt inside,
I've lost in his sight,
I'm lost in his sight;
In between the music and light,
Both didn't compromise,
How are you there on the other side?
Can you sleep tonight?
That cheek kiss was my resign,
That hug to you was my benign,
I had given it all up last night,
Acceptance of what's on your mind;
You're far too kind,
You bought what I wouldn't buy,
Especially not for me,
My brand knowledge isn't deep;
Even for a drink I'd think twice to sip,
Not worth it for hard earned money,
Nevertheless I need to enjoy it,
Life won't wait, will it?
I only purchased things necessary,
Thank you for making me smile,
Thank you for making me laugh,
Everything was so worthwhile;
Last night was a "The End" tile,
No more memories a pile a pile,
Your treat I took it like I was a child,
It would only be once in your file;
A promise I made of my own missile,
I might suffer but it wasn't your mile,
I apologized but there was no why,
At least I had given it a try;
That was all the bullet that I applied,
Shooting myself and remaining tight,
Darling Angel is now taking flight,
A free bird as I switched off the light;
You won't hear from me,
That's how things should be,
We never encountered calling,
Good enough for our bodies;
Take care there and live healthy,
I'm now turning sleepy,
I really have to pen off this,
Doing what my body is requesting;
Yesterday was a nonstop walking,
I must complete first this poetry,
Last night was the end of beginning,
We are from two worlds realistically;
Can no longer go on like this,
Underwent all like in a fantasy,
Thank you for accepting me,
It's my heart now that can't sleep;
I shall breathe the breeze in easy,
So that without you it'll still be cosy.