The Muruku Murmurations

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day16 Prompt from Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #spiritanimal Which animal is your spirit animal? What are its qualities that you relate to or wish you could have? Write a poem about it. This piece was performed for If Walls Could Talk KL 's 3rd Anniversar y show. Cubs grow up with the loving care of their mothers Mama bear looks after them Keeping them close Nurturing them My mama did the same. I learned from mama How to be patient How to tolerate How to look after others But I need to learn how to let go Let others be Learn how to hibernate. Papa bear wasn't always there His time for us was never fair but he was still present Enough for you to know his authority I learned from papa How to be strong How to be resilient How to be diligent How to be silent. Bearing in mind I always put others before me Taking care of them Taking them in as my own Protecting them becomes my priority. Bears are gentle creatures ...

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day15  prompt by  Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #halfwaythere #15daystogo #magicsquare #LoShu #turtle #fengshui #astrology Magic squares have been used as talismans for centuries to ward off evil or envy and to call in abundance and luck. They have acquired magical or mythical significance, and have appeared as symbols in works of art. If a poem could be a magic square, what would it look like? Write a poem by numbers coded with magic and power. I turn Thirty For this year. It has been Eleven years since I first started my medical journey. UnFortunately having to deal with Three mental illnesses. I was stuck in a department that played Dirty with everyOne. Fighting for procedure with Twenty Two others. Dirty Fights, zero wins and lots of scars. Like when Twins Terribly Treat each other, Swiftly Finding ways to get attention but on other days, the Tension vanishes like magic and all is squared away. 34 11 43 31 22 35 23 55 10 - Swi...

#NaPoWriMo2018 Day14 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #comedy #punny write a poem with a punch line or a funny limerick or something punny. Topic: online culture, social media My Scene first started when you had Pinterest in poetry, Instagramification from all the likes, hearts and thumbs up, The masses Snapchatting their fingers, Your heart beats Friendster than the speed of Tumblr and lightning Memes spreading to every Facebook and cranny Making the poetry world a Twitter place. -Swit Marie 0636H 15th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018  Day13  prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #music Write a poem that celebrates a style of music that you love - its culture, its time and space, its people, its country, its city, its sounds. Baby baby baby baby blues Strumming along the guitar Letting the pulse beat with your heart Bleeding words on the stage Becomes a work of art Don't matter what's your age Just write it on a page. All your feelin' All your stressin' All your lovin' and your livin'. "I sing The blues." "Damn right I got the blues From my head down to my shoes " - Buddy Guy Get down deep in your knees Let the groove make you move C'mon on baby, baby please "The blues are the roots and the other music are the fruits." - Willie Dixon Ain't nothing better than The Blues No way you gonna lose. The Blues are gonna jazz ya The Blues is the remedy The Blues will get ya feel better The Blues are gonna get...

#NaPoWriMo2018  #Day12 prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #ivegotissues Choose a social issue close to your heart and pick one object to relate it to. Close your eyes Take a breath Count to ten Let it out. Forgive Make peace Find a reason Take the time to remember. E x h a l e... Move forward But do not forget this moment. This is where we let go Release yourself. Be kind To one another Be patient With your neighbour Believe Do not lose hope. - Swit Marie 0502H 14th April 2018 Taman Bahagia

#NaPoWriMo2018  Day11 Prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #middleschool Middle school is that awkward period between primary and high school, the first couple of years of secondary - Form 1 and 2. I recently met up with my Middle School bestie. Seeing him always throws me back to awkward kisses and dancing, Wendy's baked potatoes with cheese and broccoli, the music of The Cure. Who were you in Middle School? What was your smell? What did you love? Who was your crush? 13 was always unlucky 14 was either sap sap sui (easy peasy) Or yat sei zhao sei (once dead is dead) No matter which way you look at it It was neither odd nor even. Skin had bumps and craters Looking like a pizza all oily and yummy Served with awkward smiles Questions dressing our eyes Being nosy with gossip sauce-ing our ears. Infatuation for boys raised quickly Like a scene chasing to its climax Things kept changing Like plot twist endings Those years disappeared As fast as popcorn ...

#NaPoWriMo2018  Day10  prompt by Poetry Cafe KL #NaPoWriMo #elections #GE14 Change of plan! Democracy, elections, nationhood, power, hypocrisy, hope, change, helplessness, corruption - write a poem to suit the current mood. This piece was performed during If Walls Could Talk KL 's 48th sho w in accordance with NaPoWriMo 2018 Tanggal 31 Remove the 31 layers of false flavours Accusation trends and ramifications Every flash memory of people yelling out their patriotism to their race and roots that dug deep into the grounds of Merdeka Hang up the glory days of the life that was and the memories of yesteryear 31 days is not enough to heal the wounds of racism or remove post colonial scars. Bulan 8 Crescent, half, full and blood Moons have gone by Months with no returns and growing loss of hope in the natives' eyes after seeing their lands go corrupt by rust in the hands of the pale Their seas stripped of its oily richness Virgin soil ploughed by in...