All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
I fell in love with you the second I layed eyes on you, it had nothing to do with the way you looked, there was something in your eyes, then I found out what was in your heart.
This blog is dedicated to several people.
Clan LegO
Michele Cheow
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Poetry and major works archive
The Michele Cheow Collection
Fragments Of A Song
And the End
Ocean of Madness
A Millon Pieces
This Night
One Day
Regret
Once Upon A Song
The Musing In Between
A Friend's Lament
Supernova
On A Dish
Green Eyed Monster
Cloud Castle
My Love For You
The Moth And The Candle
The Marble, Brook and Star
Footprints
A Night Of Magic
Imprisoned
Masks
Inspiration
The Songbird And The Maestro
Hydra
Apple
Skylines
Strings
Fragile
If Only You Could See The Geometry
A New Light
Deus' Magnum Opus
Rain
Impulse
In-toxication
Duel
Hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
The world will not end when God grants it.
It will end when the last heart is broken
Dexter
DongWei
EngYian
Gina
Grace
GuangRui
HuiMin
JiaWen
JLam
Joey
Melvyn
TingJun
WeiRong
YunYing
Yvonne
ZhengRui
I feel like one of those Romantic poets, using so much natural imagery. Archaic words also attract me now. I think i have discovered a new source inspiration.
The Wishful Flowers Of Spring
Sweetly the callings of adolescence
Heralds in the blooming of flowers in spring
And for thee I shed my mask of indifference
Offering in stead my arm, while joyous lovebirds sing.
Glided monoliths of cold stone pale in comparison
Unnoticed they would pass beneath thy charms,
Aphrodite greens in envy at thy countenance.
Never could I have imagined thee in my arms,
Gaea herself stand in ovation of you and I.
Rippling of rivers and aspen leaves doth tell our stories,
Untruth of words doth decorate my lines,
I only wish what I wrote was true, not wishful thinking of my mind.
There was this once i thought I misheard youBut I oft wonder if what I heard was trueWong Wen Pu19.03.08WeiRong favourite type of poems, if I recall correctly. Naturally, he will know for whom I wrote it.
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