Loke Kok yee

There is great truth in the saying that great minds think alike.
And it's seen in your lovely poems which is much to my delight.

Your eyes can clearly perceive what others find hard to see,
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There is poetry in the air and everywhere even in a stringy hair,
But it has to be in rhythm and rhyme then everyone can share.
This I'd been trying to do in spite of many obstacles in the way,
My heart was filled with desire but my thoughts they always stray.
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In the prime of his life yet with just a wasted frame
Clad in tattered clothing but he was long immune to shame
Unruffled he would sit while passing pedestrians stared
Munching on a stale loaf, which another tramp had shared
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When I went to bed last night I dreamed I was a worm,
Beneath the ground in fertile soil happily I did roam.
In a world where there was no caste, class or creed,
Devoid of wicked deeds or sinister thoughts to breed.
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To all the kindly mothers who had made the sacrifice
May your day be filled with joy and oh! so very nice
And all you fathers reading this, do not be dismayed
Just hug your lovely spouses for all the happy days
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Do not send me a bouquet red
Of fragrant roses which I dread
I will forget to water them
Then you will frown and say ahem!
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There is much pity when we see a beggar man
Others who see him and are filled with contempt
But if we were to see things their way if we can
It will not be anything like you have ever dreamt
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The sun broke through with a hopeful gleam
As a country woke to realize a dream
To rid the state of a ruinous blight
Which had for long, been wielding their might
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What shall I write
‘Ere the restless sun unveils the morn
With vapours still o'er a placid lake
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There was this tippler from Kashmir
Who spent all his time drinking beer
Needed a place to pee
Where others cannot see
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If there are a thousand refugees out there
And for nine hundred and ninety nine we cared
Can we stand up tall with our conscience clear?
And just shrug off the one left behind in fear
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Saw a picture waiting, with an image bold
With a story hidden, waiting to be told

Waiting
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Insidiously he rode in the first time around
Only slow in booting and minor glitches found
Then my programs began behaving very strange
Little was being presented the way I arranged
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There was this floozy rather old
Loves to canoodle with the bold
She would ply them with beer
Till their eyes were quite blear
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Now this floozy works as a lumberjack
Enjoys having a romp in a haystack
But you'll have to be strong
She does it all day long
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Now this floozy is a bodybuilder
She can lift you up with just a finger
But she is known to have fits
So, you better call it quits
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There was this floozy who is a bender
Sometimes unsure of his own gender
With the ladies he'll play
And also, guys who're gay
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‘twas hot and humid with a threatening sky
But the rain just would not fall
Not even a night breeze to bring some relief
While life slackened to a crawl
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