Archive for the ‘poem’ Category

Tomorrow Is Not Promised

May 15, 2008

[Author unknown]

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are and who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be: your neighbor, child, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger who, when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you and at the time they seem painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential strength, will power, or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests, whether they be events, illnesses or relationships, life would be like a smoothly paved straight flat road to nowhere, safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet who affect your life and the successes and the downfalls you experience create who you are, and even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart…

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them.

Make everyday count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again…

Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen, let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high…

Hold your head up because you have every right too.

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself… for if you don’t believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either.

You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it!

“Live Each Day As If It Were Your Last… Tomorrow Is Not Promised” 

The Quiet Listeners

April 4, 2008

A Healing Poem from Syringa, by Laura Foley (StarMeadow Press, 2006).

Do you get enough nature? Many of us are suffering from what one author calls “Nature Deficit Disorder.” Because we are evolved to spend time in nature, when we can’t get enough of it, we get tense, stressed, and depressed. This poem is a beautiful antidote, a reminder of the natural spirit world that is waiting for us. Simply reading it will calm you and nourish your soul.

The Quiet Listeners

Go into the woods
and tell your story
to the trees.
They are wise
standing in their folds of silence
among white crystals of rock
and dying limbs.
And they have time.
Time for the swaying of leaves,
the floating down,
the dust.
They have time for gathering
and holding the earth about their feet.
Do this.
It is something I have learned.
How they will bend down to you
so softly.
They will bend down to you
and listen.  

I Am Me

March 21, 2008

“My Declaration of Self-esteem”  by Virginia Satir

In all the world,
there is no one else exactly like me –
everything that comes out of me is authentically mine,
because I alone choose it – I own everything about me – my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions,
whether they be to others or to myself –
I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears –
I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me – by so doing I can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts –
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me,
and other aspects that I do not know –
but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me –
However I look and sound, whatever I say and do,
and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me – If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought and felt turned out to be unfitting, I can discard that which I feel is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded –
I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do.
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive,
and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me –
I own me, and therefore I can engineer me –
I am me &

My Little Candle

March 16, 2008
‘My Little Candle’ speaks about the light; the light of sight, vision, hope, truth and journey. I have dedicated it to my mother who frequently warned me of the trappings of ‘dead knowledge’ in my schooling days. That it’s not how much I can get from knowledge, but rather, how much I can make sense of it in the world to make it a better and more beautiful place to be. Thanks mum and Mother Nature.  —–  By Jospeh Lai
My little candle
does shed
a little circle of light,
which guides
my way in life
on a migratory flight.
The warmth I feel
within my heart
it stays,
and in the setting suns
on my horizon
does my spirit plays.
Rejoice thus I
within its glow
a flicker on my cheeks does show,
to smile with nature’s creations
whose names
I need not know.
so might I remain
forever true and free
from snaring Dead knowledge,
to hold fast my candle vigil
over the lightness
of passage.
Whenence with age my eyes doth fail
I hope the sparkle within
to keep,
and follow my heart
into the wonders
of a star-spangled sleep.

What Failure Really Is

March 9, 2008

Failure doesn’t mean you are a failure,

It means you have not yet succeeded.

Failure doesn’t mean you accomplished nothing,

It means you have learned something.

Failure doesn’t mean you have been a fool,

It means you had a lot of faith.

Failure doesn’t mean you ‘ve disgraced,

It means you were willing to try.

Failure doesn’t mean you don’t have it,

It means you have to do something in a different way.

Failure doesn’t mean you are inferior,

It means you are not perfect.

Failure doesn’t mean you’ve wasted your life,

It means you have a reason to start a afresh.

Failure doesn’t mean you should give up,

It means you must try harder.

It’s Up To You

March 3, 2008

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald the spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true.
One life can make the difference,
You see it’s up to YOU!

Time – Tested Beauty Tips

February 28, 2008

The author, Sam Levenson wrote it for his grandchild.

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness,

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people,

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry,

For beautiful hair, let a child runs his fingers through it once a day,

For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone…

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, retrived, reclaimed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, one for helping others.

The Way I Miss You

February 20, 2008

[A close friend opened her heart and shared her grieving with us.]

Wiping tears as they streaked down, I re-read the poem I wrote for my late sister, pinned in front of my study desk since 3 years ago. In this journal entry, I allowed grief to re-surface once more, and let it remind me to embrace the essence of pain, joy and losses as part of my life journey.

A copy of the poem in Chinese is reproduced with a brief translation given below.

The Way I Miss You   (Brief translation)

Unexpectedly, my tears would overflow, and my longing for you would surge.
I’m aware of the uncertainties of life, but I’d like to think it should not happen to us.
I’m aware I need to let you go, but why! I can no longer await you.
I pretend. I told them what matters is that we’ve spent some years together.
But I didn’t tell them – my heart is incomplete the moment you left.
I’m helpless. I can’t control the emotions neither my tears.
Braced, I understand that life will go on, but
I also know the overcast in my heart will stay on.

— 致离去的 姐姐

眼眶决堤 突如其来   鼻头的酸楚  塞满  以为早已抚平的伤怀
刹时间 –  慌乱 , 迷惘 , 无奈。沉寂的思念  又 卷土重来
不是不知道  生命的无常, 只是  一厢情愿 —
那不该发生在我们 身上
不是不知道   应该让你走, 只是  心难受 —
再无法  为你守侯
故作聪明  故作成熟  告诉他们
有缘  与你聚首  便已足够
没说的是  你离去  心头早缺了口!
思念随时来袭   – – 我窒息 我淹没  无力还手
有时候, 让眼泪挂满腮啊
墙上挂钟 继续摇摆
身边车子 继续往前开
一步一脚印 我还得 继续往前踩
看得开  却
始终拂不去 — 胸口还要再落雨的 阴霾

Selfish Humans

February 19, 2008

We tear the entire forest down,
Forever in the name of progress,
To build more and bigger towns,
And to get rid of the swampy ” mess “.

Never did we think that to us,
Is easy land for the taking besides the wood,
But for the insects and the birds,
Is where they find their livelihood.

It’s bad enough if used to house communities,
But to clear vast tracts of virgin land,
For the sole purpose of a golfing minority,
Is too great a sacrifice to comprehend.

If the denizens of the wild can really converse,
What story will they be telling us,
“Please give us back our precious forests,
For they really do belong to us first “.

Historically humans have a very nasty
Disregard for nature and its beauty,
All we ever think about is money, money, money,
And instead of others, its always me, me, me.

If we are to continue to survive as a species,
Man have to be more sensitive to nature’s fate,
Can’t go on burning forest, polluting the seas,
Do something now before it’s all too late.

—- by  Simon Chan Kee Mun

This too will Pass

February 18, 2008

Music & lyrics by Quek Hui Ling ( Free download available on

Life is sweet and joyful when you’re blessed with love.
Life is wonderful when things do go your way.
And you think how nice if all this bliss will never end.
But remember this too will pass.
Pain comes uninvited and shatters your dreams.
Pain comes from people leave and tear part of your heart.
It’s when you think you’ve reached the end of the road.
Remember this too will pass.
Nothing’s gonna stay forever.
Soon your pain will go.
It won’t be long before the night is over and then you won’t feel cold.
No matter how much sorrow’s in you.
No matter what they say
Time will heal your wound and ease your pain.
Because the Sun will shine again.
In time it seems too much to handle.
You feel like giving up.
There are better days ahead. Remember,this too will pass.
Nothing’s gonna stay forever.
Soon your pain will go.
It won’t be long before the night is over and then you won’t feel cold.
No matter how much sorrow’s in you.
No matter what they say.
Time will heal your wound and ease your pain.
Because the Sun will shine again.
The Sun will shine again.
The Sun will shine again.

Despite That – Mother Theresa

February 13, 2008

Letting Them Go

January 29, 2008

[Music & lyrics by Quek Hui Ling. Free download available on]

In the spring time, the flowers are blooming
All is beautiful and bright
Oh, hear all those green leaves rustling
See the trees swaying gently in the wind.

But suddenly a storm appears
Scaring all the flowers, trees and birds
And when the storm is gone
And the calm sets in,
You’ll see

Whatever’s left on the ground
Are not just wilting leaves
You’ll find that there are young ones too
Not even fully grown

But that’s the way the world is
You’ve got to learn that fast
Understand the law of nature
Be grateful they’ve come this far

No one can be with you forever
The sooner you realize this the better
Live better than those who have gone away
Carry on their legacy and honour

And in your heart you’ll have no fear
You can let go of those you hold so dear
Will you accept this truth
And put an end to all your tears

Cherish them when they’re here with you
But don’t cling on when they’ve to go
One day they must leave you
Just as one day you’ll leave them too.

Forgive whatever has happened
They now belong to the past
Give them your blessings to go in peace
Practice all that you preach at last

No one can live forever
This body we can’t control
Our real home is inner peace
Some day we’ll have to let it go.

Don’t Quit

January 28, 2008

[Author Unknown]

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit…
Success is failure turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems too far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit.
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit!

Poem on Motherhood

January 7, 2008

[Special dedication for the young mothers.]

I’d rather be a mother than anyone on earth
Bringing up a child or two of unpretentious birth.
I’d rather tuck a little child all safe and sound in bed
than twine a chain of diamonds about my [carefree] head.
I’d rather wash a smudgy face with round, bright, baby eyes
Than paint the pageantry of fame or walk among the wise.

— Meredith Gray, from The Beauty of Motherhood–

My Symphony

November 23, 2007

[by William Henry Channing]

“To live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion;
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich;
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly;
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages, with open heart;
to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely,
await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.”

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