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I Remember October

instead of writing drunk and carving rhymes out of thin frozen air
instead of trading good repartee whilst still waters run (o’er shoulder’d hair)
instead of laying leylines through the heart of verdant ancestry instead
of laying down, laying aside the laws o’ the land, now-ancient, long-decayed
instead of steady  death of mind, lucidity and honest finds
instead of want of progress, prospectus, profitability
instead of naming naive idealists, escapists, communists – who are instead
real realists truer than those who say they see the world true – truth’s trust
instead of what man makes of her
instead of what man takes of her
instead of want of want, of what one wants what one wants of one – what does one want of one, instead?
instead of big words, harbing penultimate umbrage, fabricate,
instead of prosecution, seek peace now, browbeat discerningly
instead of belittling the small things that make us human again
instead of deification of glorified inconsequentials –

Instead I find solace in ash-free, salt-strewn, sea-wind breezes free –
surf the beauty thus detailed inside the wave of laced skirt,
take flight on chords of Gaea’s song, more ember-forged, raw aged-peat,
lust wandering for ubiquitously forbidden chemistry
set level against rapturous rhetoric for equality and
seeing all the loves that once were, never were, won’t mean to be,
remember October as what she wants, once, long ago had meant,
foretold by wise ones, cup twice drained, breast winter-filled, storm angry,
flowing as rivers through the canyons carved
so patiently by ink
made painstaking as
harvest from warm bosom of fresh Hermes’ wit,
believe!
repeat! – what would veracity be ceteris paribus,
what time, made in our image, how blind conscience’s tide has swept us thus.
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I Remembre Decembre

I remember December – sombre slumber, amber thunder, limber Sarabande timbre
solemn, an omen, a moratorium, in memoriam, si vis pacem, para bellum,
silence, an abscence, scents of incense, pretense of license, reminiscence – but extravagance immense,
feminism, fanatical schism, imperial dogmatism, solipsism, prism metaphysical, procreationism, blind criticism
the mind rescinds, rewinds, per truisms unwind, resigns over procrastination, chance opportunism,
swim, pine, dance
spin, turn, remind, sigh, play, push, tinker, cheer, joy, sheer, fall and call,
storm and dry, cats and drang, hung out to dream, gone to the disco,

a dog’s deluge, death’s demise – December’s door

Novemremember: I Remember November

To force a child to sit and writ
Is in itself no easy feat
What one would yield a manuscript,
Drives foolish youths to lie, to cheat

Speak cacophony of uncouth –
Cross the line and you’re in shit
A sweet word here would calm and sooth
Admission of defeat, acquit

To err is man, forgive divine,
Good artists forge, great artists steal
Yet striking keys of ivory fine
Hails hammer fall with no appeal

The artisan in cloak of pure
Inside a product borne of swill –
This mind, no reason sound could cure,
perceived only others’ ills

As catching wild thoughts in a gale
Which leafs through indexes unseen
My choice it seems has faded pale
A generation washed and clean

Thirty days hath November
But not one dedicate to thus
My choice I’m scant to remember
A rabble’s head, a fulsome fuss

I Remember August

The winter in my bones has left
the ship has sailed for warmer shores
and scattered far aloft the foams
are stories dear and whispers soft

My city has a lot of different faces
but some say only two-strong seasons’ graces.
we paint glass, wood, steel, ebony facades
and toy so with quartets of visages

I remember why the august said so then
sweet August harks gruff spectres wreathed o’er snow
that what you see may not be what you get
and what you hear can further not be trusted

How do you ascertain whilst you entertain that
song makes you strong – when harmonies are built from the bass and
voices can only wax (not wane)!

How shall I explain how
(do frosts of ages past speak so of fossils?)
music lives within me
when times pass strained an aural invasion – the
March of Tchaikovsky’s Fourth fills rapt perception
or when quietest of days-filled moments brings
the sudden sunbreak of Nessun Dorma
when drizzily petrichor raindrops jazz beats high hat psst clomp
the mind thinks it knows more but it does not what comes of it is
improvisation~ unreachable consciously light-years
away, pretending, one can only hope of the quiet of 4′ 33”
or is that the soundtrack of most, not he [who] is
singing again?

How do you prove the
eternal undying random jukebox exists now that a child’s
handheld device contains greater volumes oozing aural delights,
decadence – do we,
do I have something left to prove?

I Remember September

The Sky – a shade of sickly grey

the (Crescent) sliver crimson,

the nose of peat and breath of ley

from Mother Earth arisen

Her day-old hatchlings drawn to sea,

Her silver moths to slaughter; flame

consumes Her Primaries angrily –

our silent sinking Grand Old Dame

She screams a crackling frequency

but soft, so i remember

last time in April, May, or June,

this time, (damn me), September

and what lies dank beneath the burnt,

repeated, carbon, chemistry,

and what, indeed, has mankind learnt

from this rekindling history?

I remember May when September comes

A decade and a half, a younger me,
One so naive and silly,
Thought hard of voting for my chairman
from a candidate pool of one
chosen by my instructor-in-charge –
I thought it was great fun.

A decade, a teenager me,
finding my place in JC
Told to vote for my chairman
by my deskmate, (a desk has two)
One year hence another asked (the air)
“why did I vote for you?”

Then half a decade hence, and I
remember May nights chocolate skies
Torn between the exams of the day
and sentiments of night.
Why did I have to decide
against something that was my right?

Now there lays just half a day
till, for Parliament, I’ll have a say
Taken to task for choosing fair
for jobs, for roads, for covered walkways new.
Do I have the answer now,
to my forebears, fellows – to my heirs?

I Remember July

fifty vehicles,
ten black ribbons, three red balls.
one red-and-white flag

I remember heat
I remember July, (June?)
I remember peace;
I remember thinking hard,
I remember haze

society tries out
nuclear option on a child,
and a discharged nurse.

We Remember June

June was a time of me, myself, and I
remember June for all the joy it brought to you and me
for all that comes before is hopes of holiday,
hopes of freedom, flight, rejuvenation
We remember June now that we remember nature –
she who giveth us life taketh it like the
heavens taketh water, and giveth us ice;
as the sun gives us gold and the moon silver –
and only silver may man wield over another’s tomb
and only earth (from whence we came) may take us once again.

I Remember April

I remember the weather like I remember
April – the arid,

no, humid,

stagnation of warm,
steaming, summer. Not that we have seasons.

Not that we have much to mark our calendars with in April, (April Fool’s perhaps?)
or maybe this year’s seasonal Friday – after all, it Was Good.
Sometimes the skies take to storm, and the two-minute rainbow that follows after the
distant thunder-anvil mirrors the oily, imperceptible, impenetrable sheen that one can barely call
sunset.

Sometimes the lands take to flame, and when there is fire
there is smoke, not always visible smoke, but sometimes as visible as a sunset that arrives unannounced,
touching the tip of the senses just as a scent does upon half-waking.

Sleep is all that is interrupted in summer, slow-cooking in the evening, searing in the noon, the Sun
rules over the dainty Earth and all she does is bow,
ever so slightly, and in so acquainting with her Sun, intimacy of the spheres,
such does our terrestrial days blur into routine
suddenness of temperament.

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I Remember March

See seasons pass with every year while
people seem to stay, once or twice they
seem to fade away, but if you pay
attention their voices may appear (as songs drawn in a binder)

“Selamat pagi”
(Selamat pagi, auntie)
“开窗係 ‘bang’ 个一声“
(and I laugh – puns become my defining factor)
“ah, Pharmacy!” with a grin round the face
(and I grin back, without lack of irony)
“…handsome boy…”
(Auntie, what happened to you? Did you see a doctor?”

I, of course, sometimes remember March,
and sometimes others do when they see me:
congratulations, cake, and sweets, warm my
heart like tea, on a parched, dry, Winter

In birth we think of nothing but
the day that comes tomorrow –
in Life we think of even less the more we do
(time borrowed) thoughts deemed luxurious are cut (like ties)
but do remember each lies equal when dear Death accepts our legal
application – as do stars return to stardust,
so do we.

In Memoriam