Three Teacups

Three little teacups sitting in a row

The first is brown, the second is gold

The third is made of a silver bright

And it sparkles like the moon at night

But what is that compared to gold?

Gifted as it is with the Sun’s glow

But which teacup should I choose?

There’s only one which I may use

The brown teacup is made of homely earth

But admittedly of not much worth

The silver and gold cups sparkle and shine

I must say they look mighty fine

The tea will taste the same in all

So it makes nothing less or more

The design of each is exactly the same

All fit the purpose for which I came

It’s a hard choice I strangely find

Because of the wishes in my mind

Should I pick silver or gold?

But brown will do as well I know

In the end I take the brown cup home

The other two I left alone

Because I know if you did not

That tea in a metal cup is very hot!

Copyright © 2015 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2015/05/three-teacups.html

The Haunted Table

It was a liveliest of gatherings that night

Everyone bore a fake smile

And we all laughed ever so cheerfully

And rolled our eyes all the while

But there was always a certain coldness

And the slightest hint of mistrust

Some when they saw each other

Turned either pale or blushed

Still we carried on and faked blindness

Were good friends for the world to see

In all appearances

A group of friends happy

But the chill seemed to grow ever stronger

And faint whispers of doom

Sent shivers down our spines and raised the hairs of our neck

As they danced about the room

Horrid memories seemed to arise

When we saw someone’s face

So we turned away and made believe

That we were in a different place

But when we were entered the dinning room

We could not run but only stare

For the cold formed ice on the table

And there was a ghost on each chair

Copyright © 2015 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2015/01/the-haunted-table.html

Pirate Treasure

Something lost something found

Something buried underground

Something that glitters, something gold

Something that has men’s hearts in its hold

Something pure something tainted

Something worth less than it’s measured

Something stolen something given

Something of hell something of heaven

Something left beneath the sand

Something passed from hand to hand

Something of cost something free

Something of land something of sea

Something belonging to kings and queens

Something of the wildest dreams

Something of the twinkling night sky

Something of the sun blazing high

Something something, beneath the sand

Something something, a treasure map at hand

Something something, that we hope to see

Something something, that the foolish think is free

Copyright © 2014 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2014/12/pirate-treasure.html