Poems By MikeleeFye

Singapore National Day  Singapore's national flags hanging bright, A sea of red and white under the sunny sky.  As nation turns fifty-nine, Citizens murmur, "Are we doing fine?" Singapore belongs to the citizens,  Not to the dirty PAP's dozens.  In this national day's parade,  They shamelessly descent facing people in the esplanade.  Leaders once held in high esteem, Now citizens face a wakeup dream. Promising much, delivering less, Citizens left in great distress. Millionaires welcomed with open hands, Buy up properties of well known brand.  While locals struggle to find space to build a home, Can only find something in a distance zone.  Ministers care not citizen's plight,  Cause their pockets line with citizens' supply.  They live in bungalows with land aplenty,  While many citizens homes are empty.  They travel in luxury cars,  With bodyguards not too far. Unsatisfied with their own landed homes,  They choose government's good class bungalow with s

The Lunar 7th. Month The seventh month arrives with an eerie  cry, A time of spirits, ghosts, and wandering eyes. In the shadow of the seventh moon, When twilight twinkle, spirits appear too soon. The hungry ghosts begin to roam, From the graves they leave their empty home. The living tremble with anxious feet, While others welcome the hungry spirits. With open arms and generous hands, Hoping for blessings in this haunted land. Joss sticks, paper burning bright, To appease them through the endless night. The air is thick with eerie call, As past and present touch once more. On silent streets the homeless sprites wail, Ghostly feet walking along the trail. In this month the veil is thin, Between our world and where they are now in. A time of awe, a time of fear A month of high regards, year after year. We honor them with food and song, Numerous getai for them to sing along.  Respect the spirits, heed their call, For one day, we may join them all. Author  :  MikeleeFye  27 July 2024

My Hospital Stay It's not everyone's wish  To be confined in a hospital bed, When your health misbehave, Hospital is your resting place.    In '99 my health disobeyed,  Chemo and radiation to keep cancer at bay. Cancers contained, side effect appeared, Taste gone, throat dry, consult doctors in fear.  Few years down the road  Health appears to improve,  Then came my sciatic nerve Making legs hard to move.  The pain and discomforts during treatment days, Only sufferers know the pain to put disease away. Needles and tubes, a regular visit  Drawing blood for test, a daily practice.  Another hospital stay for a month,  Eating hospital's food for dinner and lunch.  Early morning nurses pushed patients for shower, Tasks to be finished within the hour.  Preferred to shower by myself  When other patients were at rest. Nurses checked during my bath,  Afraid my falling will cause doctor's wrath. Rest of my days spent with  physiotherapist, Walking, cycling, climbing stairs on

Its The Weekend  The weekend arrives a sweet release, From weekdays' grind, a time to breathe.  The stress and chaos, the noise and the fray, Behind us as we welcome Saturday. The morning sleeps in, with a lazy grin, No alarm clocks, no rushing in. The coffee brews, the handphone unfold, A leisurely pace for young and old. The day unwinds, with a gentle stride, A time for adventure, or a relaxing hide. The world outside beckons, with its vibrant hue, Or lay on the couch with a love that's true. Sunday appears with a softer tone, A day of reflection, a time alone. The weekend's magic, a brief escape A time to recharge and to heal the ache.  The weekend's charm, a treasured delight, A respite from the daily fight. So let us bask in its warm embrace, And make the most of this sacred day. Author  :  MikeleeFye  7 June 2024

                       时 光 一 去 永 不 回                        往事 只 能 回 味                   The Passage Of Time  In the quiet of the night, time slips away,   Whispering secrets of yesterday.   Moments fleeting, like grains of sand,   Slip through our fingers, couldn't stay in our hand.  The sun rises and sets, a daily routine  Each day a new chapter, a new beginning. Seasons change, painting the world anew Coloring the land in different hues. Each tick of the clock, a step into the past, Moments slipping away, it's speeding too fast. The future beckons, a promise we don't know, But the past, once gone, moments  we can't hold. Memories fade, like whispers in the wind,   Leaving behind traces of where we've been.   Faces age, lines telling stories of time before  An evidence on journeys we once explored  Seize the day, for time is but a loan, A precious gift to be cherished, even when alone. In every fleeting second, a lesson to learn, For once time passes,

At the year's midpoint, we pause and reflect, A world in turmoil, causing mental stress.  Wars rage on, again and again  Cries of sorrow, citizens in pain. We hold on to a glimmer of light For a chance of peace, can nations unite. To heal the wounds and mend the tears, Can there be a way, to calm the fears. Earth trembled in Taiwan's land, Nature's power we can't understand.  Buildings crumbled, lives upturned, In the quake's aftermath, the pain we learned. High above in the sky so wide, SQ321 faced turbulence, passengers taken by surprise. Injuries disrupting a routine flight, Bashing hope of holidays sight.  May the second half of this year brings a change  A world where love and peace can be arranged.  Where wars subside and earthquakes cease, And humanity find a world at peace. Author  :  MikeleeFye