I see you yet again, so full of grace,
in your dull hues of pure brown, white and black;
never wearing any pretty red lace.
But I like you despite what you may lack.
You start your work pecking away in zest
in search for worms, insects that hide in vain.
Hours have passed, yet you don’t want to rest.
Your bill is strong add straight, always so sane.
Among the birds, I know you are the best.
All the trunks and branches of trees do gain
just from this days’ triumph which is your quest.
Alas, you fail to peck away my pain
which still plagues me so much just like a pest.
But then, at least you are nature’s good friend.

Lionel L
(30 Dec 1997)

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Darkness, it is to me where canker grows,
where all the filth and dirt pollute my sight.
O I detest the dark where hope lies low,
a time when great Evil shows his strong might;
making all men wallow in life’s sorrows,
to sway all His victims into this plight.
He wants your life to be just as hollow.
“Let in some light,” I plead. “Pour forth the light.”
Inside this room, I feel nothing else moves,
except my heart crying out loud for help.
And in this dark, my eyes, they could not rove,
but weep and weep buckets of tears which flow.
What will happen to me – I just don’t know.
Darkness sharpens, the fear inside me grows.

Lionel L
(29 Dec 1997)

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Many say life is just happy or sad.
It makes no sense why we must think like that.
There is no point thinking of what you had,
when life just comes and goes swiftly like that.
Many a times have we taken the test,
simply to prove that we have what they lack.
And when they lose, we think we are the best.
But once time leaves, you just can’t bring it back.
Life it too short to do the things we like.
Cherish all the moments left if you might.
It will not be the things which you have done,
that make people sit up and stare in sight.
Rather it is the things you leave undone,
that stand out from the crowd in one bright light.

Lionel L
(29 Dec 1997)

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Of life’s greatest mysteries, love reigns supreme.
Love comes and goes just like the wind it seems.
Never staying too long at one extreme,
flowing both to and from its own love spring.
Lovers all say that love is one good thing
which gives them hope and strength to start to sing.
Nothing they claim can stop them from loving;
flying so high, they scorch their own small wings,
and then they fall out from the sky cursing,
never taking the blame for such a thing.
This is the way they fall out from love’s ring.
All out of love, they scoff and think love stings.
But when they find new love, their eyes will blink.
And shine like stars, they do not sleep a wink.

Lionel L
(29 Dec 1997)

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I see you in the crowds. I smile to you.
But all I get is just silence from you.
I find that we don’t talk like we used to,
there seems to be a gap between us too.
I feel a pinch of great sadness in me.
Perhaps it is a bore to talk to me.
If that is so, why did you ask me out?
And through the months I waited for this day
which I think I really wasted away.
I don’t know why you must treat me this way.
I try to talk but you just look away
as if you were all by yourself at play.
Some day I might just ask you what went wrong.
But then perhaps it too would take quite long.

Lionel L
(26 Dec 1997)

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Fair child, be warned, this game called love you play.
Its unpredictabilities still hold.
The stakes are high, only one wins the day.
The strategies of love you are not told.
Alertness is the rule – be on your guard.
To do battle against a foe so old.
It is your turn, observe, then show your card.
For if you lose, you know not what’s in store.
To live to see your girl taken away
and thrown into the arms or your own foe.
Retreat! Polish your skills – gamble once more.
And as they say, revenge is best served cold.
Win and make him lie in a pool of gore.
This game called love – you know you must be bold.

Lionel L
(11 Dec 1997)

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No need for words, I guide you into me.
Naked we lie and kiss so tenderly
under the starry night with stars so bright.
You hold me close to you, I feel so strong.
Think not what others say, I know no wrong.
Your hands, they rove all over me in song.
And like a map you scour me endlessly,
first through the lows, then highs to ecstasy.
On my contours you move so skilfully.
Your little rapier thrusts into me
which pushes me to flights of fantasy.
I am devoid of love, just look at me.
I know this will not last, this one-night stand.
Day breaks, you leave, without kissing my hand.

Lionel L
(03 Dec 1997)

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