His Cup _ to Kailin

His cup

You fill and fill and fill.
‘Not full, not full, not full,
Far from full, not even half!’

You fill and fill and fill.
You keep on filling and filling,
Until you suddenly find out why.

His cup is a sieve in disguise.
‘This has always been my cup.
Now don’t tell me you’re that blind!’

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FM:)
♥♥

On Wings of Love

On Wings of Love

Blames tame;
Flames lame.

Wish blamers could grow wings,
Wish flamers would ride rockets,
And notice from outer space:
We all have a perfect face.

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An ob poem, in answer to Reflections _ by Kailin Yong

Reflections

The gravity of blame
Engulfing me in flames
All I wanted was a little space
To tell you I love you in your face

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FM:)
♥♥

Blooming

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Blooming

Hong Kong Blooming
Or so I thought

Or so I thought not
But so I hoped

And so I still hope
Hope against Hope

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FM:)
♥♥

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Photo credit: Tang Leung