10th November 2008 - II

A month has gone by since you were last seen
And though a target had you been at first
For tomcats on the prowl and far from green
You still showed up at times to quench my thirst
For loyal to your feline roots were you 
In spite of being fearful for your life
While there was very little I could do
As absent was I in your time of strife
And now no longer seen were you at all 
And death I fear has dropped on us its load
As silence answers when your name I call
And images appear upon the road
Of broken limbs and crushed perhaps a head
Belonging to a cat that's cold and dead.

10th November 2008 - I

Oh, how I truly hate this wretched life
That robs me of the cats that I have lost
And carves my heart out as if with a knife
When life and death are traded at a cost;
Oh, how this wretched life I truly hate
That robs me of the cats that keep me sane
And wait for me whenever I am late
And know its 'beat beat' time when holding cane;
How wretched was this life despised of mine
That robs me of the cats that give me strength
And merely by their presence made it shine
Till even after daytime reached its length;
Whatever may the circumstances be,
A missing cat is still a loss to me.

31st August 2008

My heart cries for thee,  O Penang of Old,
For blocked were thy sunsets and rising moons
By concrete and steel structures tall and bold
Which blocked too the breeze on hot afternoons;
My heart bleeds for thee, O Pearl of the East,
For gone was the charm for which thou were known
By courtesy of the pile-driving beast
And concrete towers its masters have sown;
My heart mourns for thee, O Paradise Lost,
For heartlessly planned and schemed was thy death
By whatever means, at whatever cost,
Till brought to its knees was thy final breath;
My heart wails for thee, O Isle of my Birth,
Even thy grave was of concrete, not earth.

5th January 2006

If everyone were like me,
Wars would be non-existent,
Poverty a thing of the past,
Crime unheard of,
Road fatalities obsolete
And the planet overrun by cats.

Good news for fishermen
And cat food manufacturers;
Bad news for munitions factories,
West Point graduates,
Welfare homes,
NYPD cops,
Tow-truck operators
And 911 ERTs.

Good thing not everyone was like me,
Perhaps.

17th July 2005

Ah, Destiny, ah, Destiny,
What hast thou done to me?
She said that I could come
And watch her dance and sway
Upon a football pitch like a star
But like a useless bum
I slept and slept all day
Like one drugged by a witch from afar.

Ah, Destiny, ah, Destiny,
What hast thou done to me?
I wanted nothing more
Than spending one whole day
With someone that I treasured more than gold
No matter what she wore
Or said or didn't say
As brains like hers when measured, lo and behold!

Ah, Destiny, ah, Destiny,
What hast thou done to me?
My life was now at risk
If she's saving this on disk.

1st July 2005

A woman is a thorn bush
Hidden from the eyes,
A scorpion beneath the rouge
And such cosmetic lies,
A cloaked and hooded sorceress
In angelic disguise,
A deadly combination
Of hell and paradise.

A fool marked for destruction
Is like putty in her hands
Whose reward is honeyed kisses
Or the venom from her glands
Like at the mercy of the winds
Are the desert sands
And atmospheric madness
No simple-minded granule understands.

A woman is a thorn bush
Concealed beneath the skin:
Cursed is he who loves her
For wicked is her grin.

17th June 2004

The ferry that transported souls
Way across the river
Was anchored in the harbor
Where anyone would shiver
Who saw it through the mist:
I think it might be you
Whose name was on the list,
O pussycat afflicted
From ankle to the wrist
With sores that seemed addicted
To something in your blood
Through which they multiplied
And surfaced through the flesh
And made you wish you died
While infancy was fresh
While still inside the womb
Or in your mother's arms
For whom also a tomb
Has beckoned from afar
For immortality inside a labelled jar.