Innumerabilis

I tried to submit a poem for the Lee Tzu Peng award. The teacher-in-charge replied that I needed to hand in the hardcopy personally in school.

However, this led me to consider not doing it. I do not like to be constricted by the conditions of the contest, for why should the organisers have perquisites to my work?

Should I present my work to a panel of judges, relying upon their judgement, or should I present the poem to the masses, thus outreaching to a greater source?

The answer is an emphatic one, that I will withdraw from the competition.

And hence, I am proud to present “Microcosm of a Twilight now”. Comment and please be kind (now that is hardly a thing that I can tell the judges).

Microcosm of a twilight now

I chanced, in my dreams, upon a twilight land
An arcadia of splendid wonder
That stood pure, untouched by Man
Or any souls above or under

Silver trees with silver leaves
Silver ferns and bountiful peace
Land of durians, and not cheese
What a mirthful place it is!

But pureness will not forever stay
Even the untainted must fall one day
As Time perpetuates her resolute trudge
Lives effete, rivers parched

Oh such sweet sorrow, oh such sweet joy
Oh, that I chanced upon a dying bliss
The stars, still bright, must some day fall
Such joyful grief, to be here at all

With a jolt, I woke up from my argent dream
That may yet prove to be a prophecy
For images of death, the telly beams
Carnage and loss marks our odyssey

I would gladly dream the twilight dream
Were it not such a stark reminder
Of noble ideals, dormant dreams
As our world goes asunder

[13:41] hi ya
[13:41] bougainvilleaes are dangerous
[13:41] they have sharp thorns
[13:41] and I just got cut by them
[13:42] I don’t know why, but singapore is obsessed with them
[13:42] on every single overhead bridge
[13:42] you can find them on either side
[13:42] you know, the bridge looks like this =======
[13:42] along the side
[13:42] they have flowerbeds build into it
[13:42] about 0.5 m wide
[13:42] and they just have to plant bougainvilleaes
[13:43] andy is ranting a bit
[13:43] and the plant grows pretty fast
[13:43] * Newave continues to let him rant
[13:43] the thorns extend onto the bridge itself, past the porous railings
[13:43] and innocent passerbys, a.k.a myself
[13:43] get cut by them
[13:43] * telly end of rant