Category: Poetic

Life is a quarter
With many doors to access.
Ever rendezvous—

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me, Mel the mother of groom and Choo photographed when we were having good time after the wedding matrimony 💝 souls meet for a good reason, no bad reason at all 😘

Love Is

Love is not fading.
Love is distancing away
From shooting stars
Hurting a peaceful land.

Dear, shooting stars.
Dance.
Fly.
Free fall.
Father of Sky will redirect you
To another land who is willing to be hurt
Or
Simply re-orbit you to safer route.

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Gaia is well protected from outer orbits by Jupe the Jupiter; sadly the children are damaging her – you are blessed, Mother Earth 💝

Truth, What?

Learning, Poetic, This Person

The truth that I learnt
Is unlearnt.

The truth that I unlearnt
Is re-learnt.

The truth is within
Unsaid, unseen, embraced.

The truth is without
Loudly said, interpreted differently.

The truth is there
To be shut down by the next truth.

The truth is here
To be embraced by accepting heart.

The truth is a spectrum of colours
Layered like no clear lining.

The truth is an ocean of probabilities
Stored like no possible turns.

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Morning

Morning is party of colours celebrating blessings wrapped in fruits.

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Good morning from a market! 🎉

the king! Malaysia durian is the best on earth! 💝

Love Is

Love is
Smiling reading book alone,
Enjoying how alphabets marching in meaning
And weaving pieces of puzzles to be a map.

Love is
Tapping dots on a map alone,
Imagining air and land travel waiting
To happen as planned to track the unseen atlas.

Love is
Enjoying what is nor present now here
Realizing that what is not seen can be felt by heart
And wished happiness unconditionally.

Love is
Eating what is blessed alone
Remembering that Mother Earth has been so kind
Giving all she has to mankind
Without calculation.

Thank you for today.

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Two Gifts

A knock on my door
Tells me to open two gifts
That show me the world.

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Present

Thanks for the present.
Good breathing and walking
Unwrapped everyday—

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thank you! it is said not a Christmas gift but there is a “Merry X’mas” on a card; thank you for the gift every year although I am not a Christian 💝😃

Smile

Learning, life, love, Poetic, This Person

Smile, Beloved, smile.
It’s a luxurious gift
For you and for me.

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I was checking my educational docs and was in awe to see my photos in each of different docs. How I am touched by physical transformation and what experiences attached to it, that makes me stay loyal with my own self whatsoever.

Tell yourself that your life is a journey that if you need buddy, you should pick those willing to share wonder. Otherwise, travel alone. 💝

Thank you!

💝

sleepy, angry, yet stop telling me to take a nap! 😂😂😂

classroom, my party time; playground, my party time, my childhood was everyday party! 👯‍♀️

length of hair defines how I treat the world; i love my pretty silly me! 😃

Ready

Are you ready to be ready? Be ready to be ready. Now here—

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Sweet Heart

Hello, my sweetheart.
Is life still sweet and vibrant?
Nes, said twisted tongue
Who means yes but mixed with no.
Making decision is wow.

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Sweet is banana rice cake for breakfast and lunch. Should dinner be with the same? Please no. But where is thanksgiving if food is wasted? Sometimes good is not always good like this sweet banana rice cake that ends up as a dilemma. 💕

Lesson learnt: the karma of trying a full recipe is eating the same food the whole day without knowing to whom complaint shall be aired 😁

today’s banana rice cake! as sweet as a light heart 😘

Little Bird

A bird is sailing
On a clean stream down the hill
On a dry brown leaf.

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(from Pinterest) – a fragile creature on a fragile creature – how beautiful life is!

Home

Home is
Where an equation is done.
X factor is found,
Balance is placed,
Abundance is defined
Although life is never perfect.

Home is
Where the most important things gather.
Love is respected.
Respect is loved.
Priority is defined
Although life will never be perfect.

Home is
Where a painting is displayed.
Colours are combined,
Shapes are drawn.
Beauty is defined
And imperfect life is accepted.

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that one tall white tree in the middle is the eucalyptus tree decided to cut down for the sake of the house to built in a nice spot; thank you, eucalyptus; it is unfortunate that you could not be replanted with some reasons — as much as I love you (so so much), I prefer respect for a home with other trees breathing with me 💕

Number

Learning, life, Poetic

Number’s readable,
Intension’s not. Heart can read
Yet eyes can deny.

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My Japan trip gave me a lot of insight. That an intension can be hidden yet sooner or later it will be naturally disclosed. That I should not entertain any underestimating and/or disrespecting expression —hidden or shown— as life is moving forward not backward. That if symbols or signs are not delivered to me as good will, all of them are false; ignoring them is the best way. That it is the right way to let them happily underestimate and/or disrespect and/or show superiority as their life style.

Human being should communicate verbally as part of real interaction. Without clear and genuine verbal communication at all and just sending signs and symbols, they fail respecting others. Wishing happiness is the best way as that’s what they need the most. Stopping interacting in whatsoever way is the best decision as they don’t contribute anything except confusion.

Happy weekend! 😍

13 can be 13 or “1 and 3” or 4 or 3 or 2 or nothing — whichever you choose to be, don’t choose to be “corrosion on an iron bar, permanently damaging the quality of the bar”

Praying

Swinging steps to gates.
Washing hands and mouth. Flying.
Whispering. Amen.

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a shrine on a small hill, a true luxury to visit for a short while 💕 thank you

Typo

Typo is parties
Done by drunk fingers dancing
Teasing sleepy brain.

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typo is my best friend ***be side*** autocorrect 😂 please understand 🙂

Morning

Morning is about
Chirping birds, calm sea, soft breeze
Greeting these senses.

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hi, Kudamatsu sun. how would you not tell me how much I love this life with your yellowness that swipes yesterday to today ☀️

Drag Me

Drag me to your heart
Even if it hurts my head,
Said I.

I know you’re teasing
Even when I mean it,
Said I.

I smile in silence
Letting you laugh in joy.
Sad I’m.

Enjoy it.
Enjoy your days,
Said I.

I walk away
Leaving the last piece of my heart.
Dragging my luggage
Alone.
Smiling.
Winning
Against my own sigh.

To you, who secretly teasing again and again and again and again. Thank you. Life is full of fun. 💗

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….and yes! became the last one even behind the gorgeous senior Japanese ladies! thanks God not the aluminium suitcase that can’t be dragged without hurting both its body and my heart 😂

Small Thing

Small thing is cherry
On a big cake, red and brave
Savouring the day.

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feel good!!! beyond my thought! thank you! autumn is always romantic in itself 🥰

feel so good; i couldn’t stop laughing yet wondering about that guy in the statue – his moustache is incredibly long and straight! what a myth!

then i found he is real! 😍 Gaishi Nagaoka is his name; browse him in the Net! 👍🏽

will pose as him tomorrow morning after breakfast when i meet my work partners 🥰

Love & Luck

My love is mostly dumb, stubborn, too thin to see, and makes you hate me.

My luck is often loud, sudden, too huge to miss, and makes me love you.

I’m not a gambler, yet think you’re a dice rolling numbers for a prize.

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my love and luck grows for and bows to you

Sweet Dream

Sweet dream is a gate
Out to where dandelions
Let their achenes fly.

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