Category: Poetry

Jingles

Naoko Kensaku1 Comment

Tiara and me went for the first Malaysian Idol Fiesta quite some time ago. This is what we came up while we were waiting. Taken from my archive (on Blogspot).

Phantom of the Opera– Tiara’s own work)

We came in droves to sing
To gain some fame
When we get on TV
You’ll know our name
When will all this betgin
This Idol game

We’re all going to stand in line for Idol!

Bagaikan Puteri -Mine

Jika dunia aku yang punya,
Akan ku menangi,
Malaysian Idol tanpa ujibakat,
Tak perlu beratur dan terus menyanyi
Sehingga sakit tekak. 🙂

Tis the season to be jolly– Both

Tis the season to be singing, Fa la la la la la la
Idol Bells are all a ringing- Fa la la la la la
Butterflies floating in tummies- Fa la la la la la la la la la
Will we end up being dummies? Fa la la la la la la la la!

(The following were supposed to be aired on 8tv, but I guess they edited it out! 🙁 )

The itsy-bitsy spider

Everyone’s camping in the Idol Spot
Down came the rain and washed their voices out
They all auditioned drenched from head to toe
And now we have the Wettest Idol show. 🙂

12345, Once I caught a fish alive

12345, Standing in the Idol’s Line
678910, Learning our words over again
But when it came our turn,
We forgot what we had learnt
And then in the end
On our behinds did we land. 🙂

Have fun! 🙂

Silly pieces

Angie1 Comment

Silly little poetry that proves just why I should never attempt them.

To err is human, to forgive, Divine.
For each broken heart I’d offer mine.

For every heart that’s sincere
There’s more that’re false
But to withold it for fear
Your opportunity will pass.

So open your eyes and reach out your hand
I promise you to catch you, dearest friend.

~~~~~~~~~

For every seed sown
For every flower blown
To each I offer a prayer
May you not become bitter.

Whenever you open your eyes
Look through all the lies
Trust in the Hand that’s led you here
The one that holds you dear.

For the human heart may fail
For the spirit may quail
But should you choose resign
That would be a bigger crime.

Choices made, choices undone
Too many have chosen to run
But more have chosen to stay and fight
Finding solace in might.

But might is not all there is
In fact it is the least.
To all my friends, here’s a toast
Thank you for making it through this post.

Lovingly,
Silly me.

Random Poem

Naoko Kensaku

Beautiful Dreamer a poem by Stephen Foster

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Ode to Granpa

Naoko Kensaku

I made this poem early in the morning my Grandfather died. Though I kept telling myself that he would pull through and that I should not be so morbid, I suppose God knew better and that in my heart, I knew that he would not make it through the day. I love you Papa.

Sounds of a machine beeping,
Short bursts of a wife weeping.
Children working yet pause for thought,
For a good father a good war fought.
Their children go on with their lives,
Accepting fact that he might die.
But children fear for their father,
Never again to hear his laughter.

Yet through the night he waited.
Through the night he lived.
A beloved son kept watch.
A loved wife waited.
Yet still the man waited.
To hear his children’s plea for forgiveness.

Now the harsh words are regretted.
The anger and annoyance in the last years.
But in the end his legacy prevailed.
A man safe and secure in the Lord.

For when the time comes, I pray,
Let me face death with the courage he had,
In living life to the fullest,
He embraced Death with the quiet confidence,
Of a man who has lived a good life,
And who knows that the Lord loves him.

Still he waited for his niece,
Still he waited for his children.
For two days he hung on,
As his children came to tell him.
We love you Granpa,
And we miss you.

But we know in the end,
God loves you even more,
So rest assured, and claim thy rewards,
For a better and caring man I knew not.

I love you Grandfather,
And I regret some of the things I may have said or done,
But I never regretted knowing you,
And I’m proud that your only legacy was:
Generousity, Kindness, Love, Faith and Grace.
For that’s the only legacy we can carry,
In life’s race.

In memory of Clarence, beloved father, husband, grandfather, relative and friend. Called home to the Lord and his Blackjack partner, my aunt Agnes.

We love you.

*Sniff!*