Kejelitaan Bunga Di Fajar Pagi

Kewangian bunga-bungaan,

Menusuk benak,

Mengusik warak,

Di tepian denai,

Di bawah teduh lelangit,

Matahari menyinari senai,

Aku bersiaran kaki,

Perlahan didodoi,

Lelagu tiung.

Angin pagi menyepoi,

Panas lengas,

Membangkit sedar lelan.

Sinaran terik,

Pantulan di balik embun-embun,

Halus kelopak merah-marak,

Bercumbuan orkid ungu;

Dibelai dedaun hijau kuyup,

Mengasyikkan dodoi,

Sepoi-sepoi lelagu alam,

Lengai-lengai hati dalam,

Dikerumun bunga-bunga segar,

Lembut longlai

Lembap sapai,

Panas redap,

Disenangi angin redum,

Fajar segar dipelamun kejelitaan,

Bunga-bunga di ambang pagi.

Translation-Copyright Kent

Flowery Splendours

The scent of blossoms,

Touch the cradle,

Of thoughts, of sanctity,

On edge of paths,

Under a shady sky,

The sun shines sooth,

I stroll,

Sung soft

By a Myna.

The morning breeze breathe,

Hot and moist,

Awaken my languor.

The morning flare,

Glare from the minutiae dews,

On pink fine petals,

Caressing violet orchids;

Coddled in lush moist leaves,

Deeply engrossed,

Brittle breeze nature sings,

Nurtures a putrid heart,

Overwhelmed among buxom blossoms,

Tender delicate

& moisten fabricate,

Feeling warmly mystic,

Among windy mist,

Refreshing morning mesmerized by splendours,

Of the subtle blossoms.

Dinda Yang Perawan

Oh dinda yang perawan,

Kanda memandang matamu berseri rawan,

Tapi renunganmu beku dingin,

Apakah kanda bukan dinda merindu,

Kandakah sendiri yang merindu kelu?

Matamu yang penawan,

Kanda tiada perlu melawan

Bibirmu yang mekar mawar,

Pipimu yang putih mulus,

Keningmu yang halus tulus,

Oh dinda tersayang,

Apakah kanda yang berubah?

Translation-Copyright Kent

My Lovely Beloved

O my lovely little beauty,

I graze the sight of your fairy eyes,

But why the frigid cold eyes,

Am I not the one you dearly miss,

Me alone missing you dearly?

Your eyes so enchanting,

I need not urge,

For your,

Budding red lips,

Coddling fairy cheeks,

And your preen brows,

O my lovely beauty,

Changed have I?

You Are Beautiful

I could see you beautiful

In your eyes,

I do not have

To look for your lips,

Cheeks and brows.

Happy Birthday Brother

I received your message,

“Happy Birthday Brother”

Be happy always.

Then on,

I know I will always

Get your message,

And I vow to wish you always.

But it was the last,

And I could never wish you thereafter.

I kept in my heart these Days:-

February Sixteenth,

March Seventeenth,

& Twenty Eighth,

April Twelfth,

May First,

May Seventeenth,

June Twenty Eighth,

July Twenty Seventh,

August Twenty Fifth,

September Eighteenth,

October Sixth,

October Fifteenth.

But do you keep mine?

I know I will get your message,

I have already received it,

Because on this day I will read again,

Your beautiful message to your brother.

I ask “What I have to do?”

There’s nothing you can do.

I ask “What’s left for me?”

Nothing.

I ask “What should I do if I think of you?”

Don’t.

I ask “What’s the better way to live on”?

No way.

I ask “What should keep me going?”

Nothing.

I ask “When will I see you?”

Never.

Then “What shall I do in April?”

Don’t think.

You shall wait.

You’re on the waiting list.

Was It a Coincidence?

Why this crush?

Was it a coincidence?

Meeting you here,

After periods of anguish.

Always thinking only you,

I always do,

But you will not know,

As knowing you will never know.

What are you doing here?

My drumbeat sped off,

Am I in wrong place?

But why are you here?

My little heart reluctant,

But why this crush?

Continues beating rush,

And this night.

And this night especially,

Intense,

Just wanting a seat next to you,

Be forever today.

Though I knew,

We were never close,

Will never have been,

But you are close to my heart.

In every heart beat,

Though thick and rush,

In every way you appear,

Though vague and hush.

I always longing only you,

Always do,

Why this coincidence?

Why this crush tonight?

I really like you.

Not just yesterday,

Not just tomorrow,

But forever today.

Broken Heart

Red colour,

Colour of my blood,

My broken heart.

Needle and stitch,

Weaving,

With tears and forlorn love.

Weaving,

Me into you,

You into me sealing.

Looking up,

From starlight,

To your blue eyes.

Blue eyes; blue tears,

Red shots; red blood,

Colour of languor.

Gazing starlight,

Millions miles height,

Shining my eyes bright.

Scooping,

The reflection

Of my tears.

Blurry

Grey window

With falling rain.

Cold snap of wind,

The window pane flew,

From the silent night.

The shadows,

Following the moving rose,

In silvery night.

Shadows of winds,

Loosen stray,

Naked unembarrassed in dimmer motorway.

Memory down the past,

Along the lone alley,

Where loneliness rally.

How shall I call this?

Sadness,

Bliss,

Her presence missed.

Longing for a ring ring bell,

My awaited lover could tell,

Knocking but the windy cold spell.

Stars dozing,

Lullaby wind whistling,

Asleep before the dwindling darkling.

Written by: Kent and Renaye-8 March 2009

First Time I Saw You

You must not know,

The first time I saw you,

From the lobby,

Where queues are norms,

In the morning,

Scurrying to join,

The norms,

You were on little scooter,

I know,

It was ocean blue,

Of body paint,

I knew,

That I never knew,

You could be the one,

I want to spend the days with,

But this heart,

Is just so breakdown,

Of your reluctance,

And my stubbornness,

To this day,

We are apart,

After you depart,

But I never parted,

Of my feelings,

That you are the one,

I want to spend my life with.

40 Year Old Virgin

Imagine going home every night
to a cold bottle of beer and,
a mother wasted on the couch after
watching her favorite soap. Still,
with the remote in her hand,
awakened now and then by her own
snore and sleep talks in between.
It was at that one particular night
when he decided to take his bottle
with him near the window, that he caught
sight of a brown dog licking his
white dog Chelsea's cunt. With big gulps,
he anticipated what would become. Only
to realize that the brown one was Chelsea's
own pup which, two years ago, he gave out to
a neighbor he's been fantasizing about.
He let out a sigh and his gaze turned to
his asleep mother on the couch. His eyes
fixated on those two bulges that seemed
to burst every time she took a long and
heavy breath. I nourished your body with
my milk, see, you never got sick.
He pictured them erect and taut at his very own
voraciousness as a babe, savaging those
now sagging breasts. It was then he realized,
A cold beer is never enough to call it a night...


By Fallen (10/17/08)-Poetry and Poets-Friendster

The Last Rendezvous

It’s a day I have forever been searching,

And forever been wishing,

In dream a mind would never find,

In a place no memory would decline.

If we ever meet,

There would be a tale called “Rendezvous”,

Woven with memories of us two,

And only in the mind, these memories were vivid.

More vivid than the eyes could remember,

And retain longer than the mind could do,

If then the grip be feeble,

Our tale would be testament to our Rendezvous’.

Reluctant to call it our Rendezvous’,

If only I could know it'll be our last,

I will hold your hands and through

Loud whisper: how dearest you are to us.

If we could not live forever

Together, our tell-tale will,

But I could not describe any lengthier,

As God will break-envy this insurmountable will.

Never wished it could end so hasty,

The pain we endured and the fondness especially,

To this brief day could be our last Rendezvous,

Only sorrow could complete our story true.

You Are Not Gone Forever

For long I wanted to whisper to you,

That you are not gone but missionary to the sky,

Incandescent in the galaxy,

Lost only in the day,

But I know you are there still,

Stubbornly lightens the sky,

Shadowing the mortal time,

It will only be time again next,

To slap myself awaken from the languor,

We have distant, long enough to purge you,

Several folds of time-space over,

But I have not despair,

You are like a destiny star guiding me,

Waiting me to hold you nightly,

One lifetime here,

But ageless in the universe,

Looking through your brimming eyes,

I have confidence in you,

Floating my hopes on you,

Now you are with me forever,

Without the air I could not breathe with life,

And without the tears I could not wean with thrift,

Feeling so the only consciousness I could construe.

That you are not gone forever.