Be like a snowflake ❄

Random poem in my head witnessing this snowy morning [11th February 2019; Monday] now (getting lesser and almost gone but still floating here and there) through my share house's window:

Be like a snowflake ❄
You're one's baby
You're temporary with so much memory
No, that's not a mistake
You break
Yet you give it all
You fall
You crawl
That's how you soar
You're a quiet passerby
You're light
You fly
You're pretty even when you cry
You don't brake
You glow at one take
Be like a snowflake ❄
;
Be like a snowflake ❄
Nothing's being too late
Your ability to make one wait
The one that makes one anticipate
You're free like the wind
You're dancing with your bestie
You're like flowing icing on the cake
You know your taste
Be like a snowflake ❄

You may read from the bottom up, too. Cheers ❤

Bila Cinta Bertemu

Apabila bertentang mata,
Bisakah dilamun cinta?

Find Your Song

Find Your Song
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, Author of "Of Roses and Gerberas", In my rented room, Singapore

Find your song,
Turn it on all night long;
Before it ends,
Find out who cares,
And begin again.

A Meal Gone Wrong

A Meal Gone Wrong: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, Author of "Of Roses and Gerberas"

A not-so-sunny afternoon,
There goes a platoon;
Seeking for food,
Around the industrial-hood.

A group of men,
Just three, not ten;
Ordered in a gang,
Gobbled and ran.

I am puzzled,
Of so many muscles;
The leftovers are troubled,
To some, they are a double.

The society today,
Be it as they may;
When teeth decay,
Will you let them stay?

Scarcity of food is rising,
While you are enjoying;
People are starving, dying,
And animals non-excluding.

Singapore is a clean country,
Celebrated the glorious SG50;
Then, what behaviour is this?
What if it is a an occasion, a feast?

Absorb the nutrients,
While you can;
Mother Nature is fierce,
Weapon mightier than fang.

Before I end,
I humbly extend;
Please understand,
Make a better land.

News are everywhere,
Food wastage, shortage;
Encouraging returning trays,
"So sweet" meant to praise?

Food is sweet enough,
Because of it;
We are tough,
Gratitude on God's blessing.

As an entity,
The money invested in;
Everyday chewing,
Brains developing.

I am a foreigner,
I love this nation;
Thinking of this notion,
I just can't disappear.

Please hear my voice,
Little but with noise;
Please do not waste,
Return tray, don't hesitate.

Thank you so much,
Directly from my heart;
Remember to feed the lack,
Add deeds to your own rack.

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?