If tomorrow never come to past - poem

If tomorrow never come to past;

If I were to return back to dust;

What were the things I would miss in life?

Perhaps the pretty rainbow in the sky;

Who were the one I would miss dearly?

The one who truly loved me for being me.

- bee

posted Tuesday, 31 August 2004

Maybe I Am Just Being Silly - poem

Happy or sad, good or bad;

I really don't know that.

Maybe a mix of both emotions;

Not clear of my sensations.

Maybe I am too tired to feel.

Maybe I am starting to get ill.

Let it be, just wait and see.

Maybe I am just being silly.

- Bee

posted Monday, 30 August 2004

Sometimes - poem

Sometimes, to care is to pray silently;

Sometimes, to care is to listen patiently.

Sometimes, to be concerned is to do what touches the heart;

Sometimes, to be concerned is to never say too much.

Sometimes, to love is to tell your loved one 'no';

Sometimes, to love is to let your loved one go.

- Bee

posted Wednesday, 18 August 2004

A Silly Joke - poem

Joy, O Joy, where have you been?

Why fly away so soon before I could begin?

I can't blame you 'cos you are the victim

Of the foolish action of a silly thing

That makes you feel like a fool in just believing

A joke that is carried too far for you to accept or forgive.

Neither explanation nor feeling sorry,

Neither sleepless night nor tears like the sea,

Neither a thousand apologies nor sincerity

Could console you nor make you less angry.

Though feeling very sad but I know

There's a better place for you to go,

A place where your dreams can come true

A place you truly deserve to be.

- Bee



posted Thursday, 12 August 2004

Let It Go - poem

Where has my peaceful life gone to?
Where is my contented and carefree heart too?
Why has it been replaced with sweetness
Layered with uncertainties within?
Why is that which has been buried
Seems to be resurrecting now again?
Can I handle it? No, I don't think so.
What shall I do then? I got to let it go.
Just like the candle flame on my special day
That lasted for awhile and died the next day.

You ask me why, but I don't really know.
For it's me, it's me, within my soul.
Who can fathom the deep side of me?
Who can really know what's my need?
If only you can know and understand
This thing that others can't comprehend.
Then, only then, you can hold my hands
And bring me to that promised land.
The land filled with milk and honey
Where butterflies and bees will be.

- Bee


posted Monday, 9 August 2004

Blow, wind blows! - poem

Blow, wind blows!
Where?
Blow to the sunny island with trees so cool.
Blow to the dreamland where I flew.

Blow, wind blows!
Where?
Blow to the hill where I wrote my songs.
Blow to the place where I truly belong.

Blow, wind blows!
Where?
Blow to the sea where the current's so strong.
Blow to the sky where my tears are gone.

Blow, wind blows!
Where?
Blow to the one whose love's so deep.
Blow to the one who watches while I sleep.

- Bee

posted Tuesday, 3 August 2004

Butterfly and Bee - poem

You're like the butterfly and I'm like the bee.

We have many differences and many similarities.

Butterfly goes to pretty flowers; Bee goes to sweet honey.

Butterfly lives alone; Bee lives in colony.

But both like sweet stuff and fly freely.

Do you think this is worth pondering or it's just funny?

- Bee

posted Sunday, 1 August 2004