esmondng on January 29th, 2012
(07 Feb 2006 – 29 Jan 2010)
Birth from pain, peace.
Stricken with hurt, relief.
Springs of disarray, order now.
Away torments, new hopes bring.
Love from us, to her unreservedly, remembering.
esmondng on November 8th, 2011
I am antithetic not from Autumn leaves,
When my season arrives, too I wilt, fall and fade.
But I have felt the magic of Spring and warmth of Summer,
And through Winter I will remember Thee.
esmondng on July 2nd, 2011
“Spring is never truly Spring,
Without She who Spring means.”
~ © Esmond Ng 02/07/11
esmondng on July 22nd, 2008
The first being you my eyes see,
That such is sense sweet of sight.
That Love they say blind is,
Nay I say for you not their visions find.
Secondly the serene sound of Thee,
Voice as choir concordant pleasing.
That all who chance hear of such music,
Shall no longer stray but choose near stay it.
Third my nose will first recognize,
That scent of fresh on Thy skin fine.
Which lingers as flowers in Spring,
Luscious I remember will always seem.
That fourth sense of touch never can forget,
The sensations when skins they match.
Cause hearts to beat uncontrollably,
And breaths hastened to the beats.
Only once did our lips meet,
Yet this fifth feeling is forever engraved deep.
The taste of innocent lips,
The pervading taste of Love’s reach.
Such are five senses commonly said,
But one more true that is the sixth.
That the one truth from the heart Love speaks,
Is the one which overrules all the preceding.
esmondng on July 22nd, 2008
Autumn disrobes Life of Spring,
Prepares for purity Winter brings.
White which follows path the way,
Cleanses so Life can start again.
esmondng on July 22nd, 2008
Thunder roars far not the light’d sky
Yet chokes of the heart ears hear no cry
Which be louder, Man might debate
Never then why Love not had it’s way
Feelings harden’d, Medusa no further harm
Gods of fury did try pours of pain
Why only grey platters from moody clouds
Felt the burns which for thee long’d
In all nature life that springs
You be my Rain, which from stems within
The very life which ows’t from thee without
Returns to ground from which it spring’d
Though these words be of worldly flirts
It vows not insincere nor hurt
All that I say of thee be that Rain
This very Tree thirsts
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