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The Candidate

He speaks with charisma and style
He portrays a commendable role
His words seek to charm and beguile
But who should we really control?

His words lift the beat of our hearts
We listen with passions on fire,
He taps into that very part
That leads us to bow and admire. 

But his make up comes off in the night
In back rooms devoted to schemes
That seek to convince us he’s right.
 For the next day he rises and gleams. 

The façade is but glad wrap of fame
It clings to a surface of shame,
It masks every pock mark and crack
It is hard to see past the tack.

We see through the eyes in our skull.
Not through the eyes deep within.
By the time the façade starts to dull
We are lost; for deceit is what wins.

The candidate primps in his cloak;
He is hoist with a self made petard
Mark well how he carries the yoke.
It is us who will find the way hard.

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Singapore Limericks

SINGAPORE LIMERICKS 

1.	The daughter

There once was a crusty old hawker 
who married his neighbour’s fat daughter
She thought she’d be rich
But she did not know which
Was the reason behind why he’d sought her.

2.	The laksa man

You’d have heard of the hawker named Tan
Who fried all his food in a pan
His clients set trends
And told all their friends
Now the queues almost stretch to Japan.

3.	The Obese eater

Now here is an interesting stat,
If you stop by that stall for a chat
You’ll meet some police
Who are really obese
For the stall’s name is Soon Too Fatt.

4.	Fasting: not

There once was a man so bullheaded
His eating hours always extended 
He’d go to the stalls
But not in the malls,
And eat till his chest was distended.
 
5.	Pizza

A cook who was trying to please
Cooked some pizza with far too much cheese,
He collapsed from the strain,
Said his doctor, "It's plain
You are killing yourself with the grease!"
 

6.	The Bedok Disaster

A careless old cook from Bedok
One day had a terrible shock,
He turned on the stove,
In his hawker’s alcove,
And exploded with all of his stock

7.	Who?

I know an old man we’ll call Choo, 
As he cooked he would call out “Hoo Hoo," 
As the people walked by
They all wondered why, 
But none of them had any clue.

8.	The rescue

A hawker got stuck in his stall 
Because he was terribly tall. 
People asked what was what 
With his head in a pot 
But all he could do was to bawl.

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Diamond 1

Diamond 1

                         Robin
                      39 today
                    My son Robin
               Today is his birthday
          A time for great celebration 
     A time to look forward to another 39
  A time for the family to unite and rejoice
Or would have been had he still been with us
  Which of course he is not as he is dead
     Not passed on or beyond the coil
          Not in some cloudy realm
             There is no other term
                 My son drowned
                    He drowned.
                          Dead

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Diamond 3

Memorial
Under a tree
Slowly growing.
A distorted bonsai?
The frangipani belongs 
To coastal climes far warmer
Then here in a cool but beautiful
Valley high in the mountains of Timor
Which is where he wanted to be.
Amidst a place he loved and
A place that loved him
Amidst beauty and
Many memories.
Memorial.

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Soldiers

Soldiers would best be advised 
to pause a while and think
Of the paths of those who have gone before
Following some non elected king.

They gave their skill
Their youth, their will
Sacrificed it all
For the pride of a conquering king.

They served, they fought, 
they killed, they died
Willingly? With no regrets?
For the ideals of a tyrant king?

In death do they wonder
What purpose did it bring?
Was it worth the cost
To serve an inaccessible king?

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Diamond 2

Diamond 2

                       Dead
                 A final word
                Why not say it
            Forget the platitudes
         They don’t change things
     Nor do they make anything better
  Truth means more when does not hide
      Behind the façade of the facile.
          I am not alone in weeping
             Others have also lost
                 Passed on? No.
                        Dead

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Resistance

RESISTANCE (EAST TIMOR)

A young man
A young man lying
Sightlessly staring beyond the sky.

Resistance…
A fierce wind blowing… 
Bitterness trapped in his quietened heart.

His forehead.
a round mark, tiny.
precisely. 
A tilak? Futility.

Scorching sun
Clambering, burning, 
Sweltering,
One more sacrifice.

A mere boy
Who will own him now?
Festering, 
Ants consuming his brow.

A woman 
Pauses at the place,
Whimpering.
Stoops to cool his face.

Eyelids first.
Closing them one last time.
Lovingly.
She is a mother.

Familiar?
Does she start to weep?
No.
She has seen all this before.

Often.

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Democracy

Man tames scourges
Eats distance
Sends his image
to his neighbours a thousand miles away.

Man makes deserts bloom
If he chooses.
Instead, he embraces doom
For his world and for his kind

He cannot tame his screams.
He cannot tame his dreams.
He cannot tame his passions:
The forces deep within

He lives by fear
He lives in fear.
He lives through fear.
He lives because of fear.

He grasps
He claws
He seeks all
But morality.

He seeks to prosper
But he fails to see
That the more that he tries
The more he fails his inner self.

So foolish
So thoughtless
Follow
Not thinking.

Why blame leaders
when things go wrong?
We agreed.
Just tagged along.

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Better Or Worse

A baby will grow.
A child will grow.
A family will grow.
A village will grow.
A population will grow.
Relationships will grow

Better or worse?

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Refugees

REFUGEES

I read of Rohingya
Thrown out of Myanmar.
In a city near Cox’s Bazar.

I remember that place.
It’s hundred-mile beach.
Its waterfalls, jungles.
Its beauty and peace.

A place where turtles
Come home to nest
Where waterfalls
Splash from on high.

Where the jungle holds sway
Over tourists at play,
On the longest sand beach
On our world.

Please tell me I’m wrong.
They are there for whose wrong?
Their own?
Or the Myanmar regime?

A city? A slum… 
Yet still thousands come!
While a whole race is shown the door.
By an army upholding the law…
Is it legal to kill
For somebody’s will?
Be they Muslim or Buddhist or more?

Erase their existence,
Ignore the insistence
Of countries who don’t understand 
that for National pride,
let religion decide.
Put your trust in a faith’s genocide.