an armchair cradle
a ceiling fan lullaby
the milk of a poem
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About Me
- Plus Ultra
- Physician,Presbyterian Elder , his writings (poems, inspirational pieces, short stories, medical articles)have appeared in 44 different journals published in Malaysia, Singapore, India, Australia, New Zealand, USA.A prize winner in many different poetry competitions, including tne prestigious 1995 New Straits Times-Shell poetry competition.Many of his inspirational poems have been translated into Mandarin. Author of 3 books of poetry, "White Magic","Postcards from Kluang" & "Familiar Strange Country".Presently working on his 4th book of poetry tentatively entitled "A Different Kind of Magic".
12 comments:
Mr.Kianseng,
I love poetry too.
How to get your book of poetry?
Very good!!
Pat, You miss the one I wrote specially for you!Check it out in The Quiet Heart
Lovely one, and the photo as well. It speaks to me.
Very nice and evocative.
Are the flowers pictures yours?
Yes, Paula, they are mine and I am in the kindergarten of photography (compared to you ), I am still on the ground but you are on WINGTIPS with your photos and poetry...one day I hope to touch the clouds like you...Thanks for stopping by!
love this one pa!
A poem is so many things, all and more are alluded to here.
Thanks everybody for stopping by. Yes Andy too...I miss you all, of course especially Naomi!
Plus Ultra, the poem is so divinely maternal, I am surprised that a man wrote it. Cradle, lullaby, milk......
You obviously have a beautiful heart.
Thanks, dd, someone said everyone has to be 'androgynous' to be complete, part male and part female...the tender and the tough!
Gentle and soothing like the hushed rhythm of a baby's breath.
(Yes, I linked you and thank you for the request.)
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