Thoughts...

My poems...

Friday, August 15, 2003

Nobility

There was once a noble looking man,
Who was as noble as can be,
He had this noble little notion,
And brewed this noble potion,
So now only people as noble as he,
Would be able to see this noble invisible man.

But now nobody can ever see him,
Not even his best friends or his family,
Something went wrong, or so he thought,
So the answer he tried to sought,
But as he tried, he decided finally,
That nobody was as noble as he, it seems!

Life went on well, for this invisible guy,
Gave advice and pointers as he had always,
Thinking that it was a noble little act,
But nobody bothered, that’s a fact,
Because nobody ever did hear what he says,
Now all he ever does is sigh…

He realized that nobody cared for noble ways,
Because his acts were only noble to him,
But what can be nobler than that?
He thought it over; on the chair, he sat,
His future now looked quite dim,
He continued sitting there, thinking, for days.

One fine day, he finally stood up,
Decided to change his flawed habit,
Not to give so much advice and guidance,
To just lend a listening ear, he learns,
Giving advice only when they want it,
Still they didn’t see him, but he never gave up.

He found out that there were other acts, you see,
That can be seem as noble to others,
It’s not just a measure of how much you know,
But rather how much you do show,
Being honourable and honest to others,
Being loyal, pleasant, polite and trustworthy.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

What Loving You Means to Me

I used to look at girls differently,
From the way I look at you,
Especially the ones that are pretty,
Wonderful things in my heard I do,

My eyes peel of every inch of clothing,
Dresses, underwear, and bikinis,
Or whatever they might be wearing,
That is what my eye sees.

A whiff of their perfume,
Takes me off to a far off place,
Where the girl wears a revealing costume,
With a sexy body and a prettier face.

Whenever a girl touches me,
I imagine her in bed with me,
With a magnetic touch, she caresses my body,
And I, caressing her back, romantically.

If I was alone with a girl,
I would imagine, just pleasing her,
Rolling on her bed, rocking her world,
Stroking, touching and kissing together.

These are my dreams, my fantasies,
Before I had even met up with you,
But right now, I have difficulties,
I can’t think anything erotic to do.

When I look at you, I will see,
No longer a bare-naked girl,
But a girl I want to spend my eternity,
You are the sight of my world.

When you touch or give me a kiss,
All that I can ever feel,
Is that my life is just a bliss,
For I believe that this love is real.

Without a single desire or lust,
I love you, love you all I can,
For you, I want to be loyal and just,
You make me want to be a better man.

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

I wonder how I would feel
I wonder how I would feel,
When a tiger approaches for the kill,
Or just before you hit the floor,
When your parachute tore,
Or when your neck snaps,
When the roof collapse,
Or when your lungs start filling up,
With water while scuba diving, yup!
Or seconds before ending up in a car wreck,
Where you lost control and broke your neck,
Or when a king cobra sinks his teeth into you,
You, just sit there, not knowing what to do
Or when a knife pierces through your heart,
Or a bullet, or a spoke, or a dart,
I wonder how I would feel,
If these were to happen for real?

Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Home Away From Home

Various countries, various places,
Many different looks, many different faces,
Coming together as one big family,
Living joyously and happily,
This is the place where we all roam,
A tale of a home away from home.

A piece of wood here, a pile of bricks there,
Certainly a sight you all will stare,
Slowly, bit by bit,
Bricks laid, walls built,
Taking shape of our boarding,
Where we are all staying.

All alone, when I first came,
New to all, nobody knows my name,
Then I met the boarding staff,
They wiped my tears, made me laugh,
Adjusted in is what I did,
All my doubts and fears I got rid.

Early in the morning, my alarm rings,
Wake up, wash up, those sort of things,
Then we have a morning roll call,
Just before we go to the dining hall,
Then we can have our breakfast,
Delicious food prepared for us,
And soon it is time to go to school,
‘Coz in life, learning is the key tool.

Various schools we all go to,
Anderson, Cat High, and Raffles too,
But after school is the time we like best,
Coz it’s the time we can have a rest,
If we need anything, any supplies,
There is J8 and NTUC Fair Price,
Maybe after that, games we can play,
To relax and loosen up till the end of the day,
Dinner is soon served, with mouth watering dishes,
From chicken to beef, ducks to fishes,
Eating with friends is also great,
But after your fill, remember to clear your plate!

Everyday at seven o’clock,
For all in each own block,
Roll call is taken, just to track,
To check whether you’re safely back,
Announcements are made then,
Share your experiences, too, you can,
And straight after that,
We all have prep,
Homework to be done,
No sleeping, nor having fun,
Or the library we can go,
Preparing for school tomorrow.

After prep is a time to relax,
Stop that studying, loads off our backs,
Time to eat our supper, enjoy the drink,
But there is more than you think,
Interact with fellow boarders, or with boarding staff,
Dancing here and there, to play and laugh,
But remember tomorrow we have school,
Get ready your uniforms, don’t be a fool,
Collect your clothes from the laundry yard,
Your laundry too, has arrived, ironed out hard.

Special times are to cherish,
The special cake and a birthday wish,
Presents to give, thanks to be made,
All those memories can never fade,
A farewell party, for all the boarders,
Before the year ends, saying goodbye to us,
Singing songs, both happy and sad,
But try not to feel that bad,
There is always the coming year,
Keep in touch, we’ll be always here.

“We all have our own special talents to use,
We all have our own destinations to choose,
We all have our own ambitions to achieve,
We all have our own separate pathways to take,
We all have our own contributions to make,
We all have our own kinds of life to pursue,
BUT we have only one boarding
To live in
To work together
&
To make our wishes come true” – Fendi Nursalim

Monday, August 11, 2003

I never did want things to change
I never wanted to scare you,
Whatever I said, may seem strange,
But I’m happy just being friends with you.

Sunday, August 10, 2003

Death
My day has come, on this forsaken Earth,
No more witnessing any more deaths nor birth,
Except for my very own death,
Waiting for my very last breath,
Life flashing before my very eyes,
Showed me how fast time flies,
The hearts that I have broken,
Those whom I have forgotten,
There are also those who have hurt me,
Rejected my love, my apology,
Things that I have done,
The times I had fun,
The feelings that I had felt,
All the harsh words I have pelt,
Though there are many things left to do,
I enjoyed the time spent with you,
I just want to say farewell,
To my friends, family and my gal,
Everybody dies, they really must,
So now I take my last breath, my very last.