Miracles

He asked for a miracle

In the deep dark night

And somewhere, someone

Switched on the light

But he didn’t see and so he asked again

For a miracle once more

And somewhere on a beach

A turtle laid eggs on the shore

So he asked again, for he didn’t know

And nearby a baby cried

The first sound it had ever made

Before that fateful night

The man covered his ears

And asked for a miracle again

And as the sun rose outside the window

A flower bloomed on the plain

He smiled at the flower but wanted a miracle

So he kneeled down and prayed

And his daughter saw the flower

And rose from the darkness she was laid

He saw no miracle and asked again

For a miracle did he plea

“Hooray! A miracle!” he cried

He had won the lottery

Copyright © 2017 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2017/11/miracles.html

Lights

Our world is filled with lights

From the first blush of dawn

To the golden shining rays

Of the sun at morn

They are beautiful in all colours

Brimming with life and joy

Like the stars that guide the sailors home

After a voyage of toil

Yet they are pensive too

So quiet and serene

Like the moonlight floating down

In gentle shifting beams

Or excitable like fireworks

Blazing through the night

Sparkling like golden dust

With their shimmering light

Or worse still, the herald

To disaster and death

Like the red blaze of a fire

In the midst of its theft

But they can also be life giving

As the rays of the sun

Bestowing growth to all that lives

Until the day is done

For all lights give clarity

Opening our eyes to see

Either the world around us

Or within what we’ll be

And what marvellous lights and wonders

I’ve seen wherever I’ve roamed

And each telling a story

That I have never known

But perhaps the light I love best

Is the one not distant and unknown

But the flickering lights in the night

That tell me I’ve come home

Copyright © 2017 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2017/10/lights.html

Friday the 13th

It’s that day again

The worse day of the year

It seems so normal, so sane

But danger is lurking near

And I cannot see it

Nor can you I am sure

This time it just hovers around

Like a curse to endure

So be careful where you go

And watch where you walk

Mind your business carefully

And be cautious when you talk

And if misfortune should strike!

Alas! Your precautions were in vain

Knock on wood three times

Perhaps it won’t happen again

But even if it does

Oh, don’t be surprised

For it’s such a day

When you fear even the sunrise

For this is a cursed day indeed

So remember what you’ve seen

And be watchful always

It’s Friday, the 13th

Copyright © 2017 by Kwek Yi Zhen

Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2017/10/friday-thirteen.html