Dance of Flamenco
Her lush body pulsating,
to the Iberian music
its rhythm fills the cave
Dance she must
As though it is the end
For the crowd in the tight surrounds
It is rare, it is exotic,
intense Spanish woman
Feet a-tapping, hearts a-thumping
In syncopated response
Captivated audience,
sipping sangria in a cave,
Is this real?
Don’t stop, we love it
An evening of sensuality
Breathless it is
To visit Spain
Is to embrace its color,
A must, olé!
Life is complete.
Granada, Nov 2017
Cyclists Pedal
Hawkers peddle
Ducks paddle
And
Cyclists pedal
And the last is not the
least
Because it is sweat,
and muscle,
just like a beast
Oct 2017
Narcissus
You are vain, said the
hyacinthus
to the narcissus
You can admire me,
I do not reek of perfume,
replied the narcissus
Together we celebrate spring
with the world,
both chorused in unison
And of course we are both
beautiful,
distinctively so,
A 2000 year old Chinese
tradition
In our resplendent pots of
antiquity
Jan 2017
Kallang River Rejuvenated
You are pointless
Said the triangle to the circle
No sir, replied the circle
Follow me, spinning on two
wheels
And behold, high above, you
Are over the bedlam of
Serangoon
And onto the serenity and
repose
Of Kallang River
Oh rippling brook, where is
your sting
Oh raging river, where is your
stink
Rain gardens, bioswales,
biotope
Have redressed all the harm
Inflicted on to you
A rejuvenated river,
Is a home and playground
For young and old alike
The environment pristine and
The thinking on this
undertaking,
More valuable than silver and
gold
Cyclist, 2017
Singapore’s Sorrow
Oh where are our Terrex Armour?
An enraged Middle Kingdom
Does not a calming situation make
Quietly, we lick our wounded pride
No one can fathom China’s wrath and opacity
The sun will rise again tomorrow
and
New lessons we learn each day
From the land of our ancient ancestors
Dec 2016