Kim Sung Ling

i am that Kim Sung Ling

and when i have none to sing

i’ll either walk along the long bridge

or climb and sit on my old fridge

that i may breathe some fresh air

or relax, dreaming my climbing a stair

picking up a strong clip

to tighten securely my lip

that i may speak nothing unfair

or drop, bricks of folly so rare

to the hearty delight

of those gathered in the twilight

to hear Kim Sung Ling

prompting them also to sing

© henry victor     20.11.2003

me, a territorial hen …

time, that precise moment

will bring back my muse

easing the present that, un-

productivity, my current obese

releasing larger energy, power

into my mind and soul

refusing to lay an egg, like

that newly purchased fowl

in her new territory, my new home

and her new habitat

that is far, far away

from her former perching spot

overtly affirming her territorial

bent to move with ease

rare, but definite dissent

indeed, in that new space

am i, a territorial being, to freeze

like a computer before picking

another opportunity, to move

forward the past not licking

but laying my eggs

as a matured hen

again, with

a greater regularity!

© henry victor     09.10.2003

barren greed

her difficulty is remaining second

with her heart full of greed

for money, knowledge, and fame

like a barren womb sucking sperm

she desires the same

also for those she calls, ‘mine’

craving to achieve

spending neither energy, nor time

like that black cuckoo

who lays her egg in a crow’s nest

for a crow to incubate, and nurse

her baby like the cuckoo chick

© henry victor     17.10.2003

learning to conceal

there is a lesson my baby girl

never seem to learn repeating the mistake

betraying her own mischief making me

proclaim: ‘i have eyes at the back too’

she secretly dumps her breakfast

and gives me a hug as if all is well

and she had her full, forgetting i too

have tread that lane in telling my yarn

sooner she will have to learn the art

of concealing fact with a controlled distant

even when urged to traverse that space

before she walks free from her stunts

© henry victor     12.12.2003

hovering of your grace

i covered myself, head to foot as a woman

under the tight rule of bearded Taliban

yet there were those who saw my nakedness

or declared the colour of my undergarments

reading within me evil inner intentions

but with the hovering of your grace

my walk with no covering below waist

still covered all my stark bareness

as i roared, and roared like a free lion

© henry victor     21.12.2003

sneaking out

my youthful loneliness ventured

the aridness of the desert in search

of company transforming in my eyes

the wilderness into a paradise

with maiden fair and beautiful

breathing freely on my face cool

and then, hot air like inside my ford focus

on a wintry drive keeping my cold blood warm

awareness as was in Prince Siddhartha

unexpectedly crawled into my mind

disturbing my nightly peace

transforming the breath, the poise

into an unbearable noise prompting me

like a coward to creep out fearing

on the morrow i may rise snappy and cranky

preferring to rid of sleep and shiver in cold

© henry victor     15.12.2003

too much

 

Lord it is cold and my load

is very heavy too and my pride

that overloaded un-substance

slows me in my stride forward

and i with no more will to soul-stretch

desire, therefore, the death, a longer-stretch

ahead of my future that i have no control

over, like my emotion i seldom patrol

© henry victor     17.10.2003

with head up survived

i have watched not once but twice

my house being blown by cyclonic winds!

i have seen my house

smashed to the ground

by bombs dropped from fighter jets

while i, with my family, fled

to escape death from artillery guns

i have helplessly witnessed my folks

sinking in the sludge of scandalous gossip

those poisonous political discourses

by malevolent men and women

planting trees of violence

in all these i have survived

walking away with grace

and my head up!

henry victor     16.10.2003

 

my song

my pleadings like smoke came to you

and you listened

my prayers like fog were before you

and me you assisted

my days now stay strong

like rocks of Rockies

my nights are peaceful

like lakes in mountains

 

my heart leaps in joy

like a dancing deer

my plate is full

with extravagant bread

 

my bones are strong

like the Indian iron wood

my past wrongs you blotted

all out of my sight

i now soar higher and higher

like an eagle in flight

i sit with poise like a king on throne

with no guards around

 
i sleep like a log

the whole night in my bed

i am busy like a bee

whole day collecting food

 

in the day of my anguish

you hid not your face

in my distress i called you

you speedily responded

© henry victor     11.10.2003 

volcanic stink

 

as i sit with women and men

questing after questions

with premeditated easy answers

confirming established prejudices

leaving no space even for timid

and tentative rejoins closer to truth

with potentials to set free women

and men with their children

my brain bubbles inside my head

with nauseating emotions rolling

like volcanic liquid in my stomach

prompting a run to the little room

© henry victor     30.09.2003

sun-light

 

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

ground filled with snow

and sure, soon it will go

tree empty of leaf

and sure, soon it will grow

pessimistic thoughts and cynical concerns

creeping into mind

like the uninvited noisy sparrows

they, sure, will fly away

my blindness

my inability

to see the snow melting

cause of my weariness

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

© henry victor     04.02.2003

the phantom cento

i know what the caged bird

feels about you and me who invade

woods; these are, i think i know

dear to him moving towards the river

some evenings i roamed the moor

beyond the bounds of snowy mountains

while you sat under the tree in autumn

moving stone to bronze and to steel

munching a plum or pulling out your thumb

watching phantoms in the changing crowd

while my hair cut straight across my forehead

that all people in Greece disliked and hated!

© henry victor       11.01.2016

snow melting

 

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

down below people looking

for profit so cheaper

my silence disturbing

to seek or not to seek

your assistance

i need assistance to resolve

ground filled with snow

and sure, soon it will go

tree empty of leaf

and sure, soon it will grow

thoughts and concerns creeping

into my mind only to fly away

like those noisy sparrows

not sure what i want

menacing money, or an easy employment

with money in plentitude

sometimes, may be most of the time

strong yearning to go

away and be no more

a sense of betrayal, a sense of failure

sense of helplessness

and a sense of emptiness

strong senses silently pervading

ruling heart

and guiding mind

hostility, and enduring consciously

consistent hostility, cause

my weariness and a loss of heart

happenings contrary to my likings

and events to others taste

leading to disappointments

my blindness and my inability

to see snow melting

cause of my weariness

sun-light strong and bright

piercingly penetrating

into my infrequently used office

© henry victor     04.02.2003

preferring blindness

since my contract with my last

employer was over, my misery

frequently slipped below

the freezing point

going further down

when eyes within my heart

fell on what she enjoyed

since she sneaked out

from my bed room

to sleep with another

prompting me now, pray for, prefer

blindness in my faculty to feel

© henry victor      05.01.2012