And so on and so on. I miss that little guy. He used to sit with his Mum first thing in the morning, on the way to school, sometimes he was still half-asleep. And when we picked him up, he was full of beans, telling us what happened to school and who did what and who was silly and so on and so on. Sometimes, one or two friends came back with him home and they messed around at the back. Sometimes, he would stay with his friends overnight. Sometimes, we had to ferry him from one activity to the next – kung-fu, karate, football, guitar, squash, etc. My boot was usually full of his bits and pieces – smelly gym and football kits, squash racket, guitar, etc. He’s not little anymore, and he may be driving his own car but I still miss that little guy.
red mini is me
I am more than ten years old
I used to drive him
to school, back and everywhere
and now, just his Mum to work
M – memories are special moments that tell our story E – every laughter and pain are part of me M – memories never die O – one song, thousand memories R – regret nothing for they made me who I am today I – I still remember the first day I met you E – every second counts, live it S – sometimes you miss the memories, not the person
Berlin Wall Museum exhibition dates back to the museum’s first days, just after the building of the Berlin Wall, and charts the lifespan of the world’s supposedly most secure border system. For over 50 years the Wall Museum, founded in 1962 as a bastion of peace in freedom, has stood at the legendary Checkpoint Charlie border crossing, the geographical focal point of the Cold War, where the West-East divide began and ended.
Wandering through different rooms one can also examine original artefacts used during many of the infamous escapes from East Germany – from escape cars, to hot air balloons, from homemade mini-submarines to deceptively hollow surfboards, the permanent exhibition is a testament to the ingenuity of the human mind when faced with perilous circumstances. Alongside the information boards and escape objects, there was also showcase work by artists, whose only means of dealing with the existence of this cruel divide was to turn to their art.
I’m very grateful that we went to this museum and saw its exhibition. I’m hoping that the world would really know the value of freedom. Let there be peace and love!
together we fight for freedom
together we overcome
we have to be free
colonisation from Spain
battle till the end
independence is worth it
for generations to come
warriors defend precious soil
battle of the sea
great ancestors of the land
defending sea till the end
the fruit of their hardship
they fought for our freedom
learning the past through art
at the gallery
as part of our heritage
should know them by heart
women took part, too
our own heroines
they struggle for our freedom
we’re so proud of them
I long to fly in the sky
to soar up the cliffs with the others
free me from the bondage of poverty
rift the cage so I can get out to freedom
cart me out to a world where I’m welcome
free me from hunger as seen from my rickety legs
I’m all flesh and bones, so please give me some bread
I’m baffled – why can’t I be just like any ordinary child?
the absence of responsibilities, worries and hardship
to be able to sustain a world full of innocence and fun
being able to chatter instead of stuttering in fright
give me love and I can understand that in any language
Photographs and memories
Of many moons ago
When ancestors were still here
Telling us stories of what they had
Of histories and struggles
Of freedom and hope
My parents when they were 18
Young love, of faiths and dreams
Our family on our grandparents’ day
Celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary
With all the children and grandchildren
A photo with my siblings and our Mom
The youngest not even born yet
And me when I was five, as a queen
One dancing the Hawaiian dance
And one with my Dad pinning my medal
The day she left us broke our hearts
We remembered her poems, paintings and arts
Each one of us has a different way to mourn
We all love her from the day she was born
Different ways of coping and of remembering
What ties us all is the love for her
That she was still here, singing and dancing
All the things she did were entertaining
That the years never really mattered
As the flames leapt skyward
We said farewell
We closed our eyes and sighed
Gone but not forgotten
Her memories lingered on
Rest in peace, Jessamine
*) Kijo Murakami (1865-1938). Murakami Kijo, the Haiku poet, was born in Edo in 1865, and moved to Takasaki city in 1873. He was in sympathy with Masaoka Shiki and joined his group to publish the first edition of ‘Hototogisu’, the famous Haiku magazine. He published the collection of Kijo in 1917. He was a highly esteemed poet both within the prefecture and nationally. He died on September 17th, 1938 at the age of 73.
People say I look like my Dad and I’m proud of it. As I grew up, I noticed the similarities, not just physically, but also his character. He worked hard all his life and I think I got that industriousness as well as his sense of responsibility. I’m also generous to a fault and has a very positive attitude in life.
Oh how I miss my Dad. Wish he was still here with us. Wish he was one of us celebrating the wedding of HRH the son to his beautiful K. Wish he was there to meet all the families and friends from different parts of the world. Wish he was there giving a toast to his grandson.
I look like my Dad Wish he was still with us Missing him so much
“This can’t be that hard,” that’s what we thought, the son and I. The son was six and he just finished his Music Appreciation and the teacher was asking if he wanted to learn a new instrument. The teacher showed and played the piano, guitar, flute, cello and other instruments and the son chose piano. I thought I’d learn to play piano, too. So we asked Evgani, the Russian teacher if he could come to our house and give us some lessons.
Evgani came once a week and the son would have an hour’s lesson, then me. It wasn’t that easy! We were supposed to practice during the week, but because of other activities (karate, football, sleep over, play dates), we were not able to practice. Evgani would come and both of us would play in a haphazard way. We managed to play tunes in the end, but I was so embarrassed that every time he comes, I’d put the washing machine on so as to create some other noise. After a year, we both gave it up and moved on to do other things. Oh well.
Hello everyone! Yesterday was a holiday here in Bavaria – it’s Ascension Day and at the same time, Father’s Day. Oh how I miss my Dad! I know it has been a long time since he passed away but words cannot describe the void I feel every time I think of him. Oh yes, from time to time, I feel sad when my mind drifts his way. From time to time, I have this imaginary phone call to him, telling him about our day to day activities here in Bavaria, how the weather has been changing, how our garden has been developing, what I will cook, how HRH is growing up fast and soon he’s getting married. I think HRH the son was only 9 when he passed away. We went to see my Dad when the son was around 4 and we had a great time, we went to Disneyland, Universal Studios, Las Vegas and San Diego. Now the son doesn’t really remember his Granddad aside from the photos that we show him.
Although it was still early when you left us
Even when there should be more opportunities
It hurts to think that you left us
You were not here to celebrate with us
And listened to our stories
That you never saw us growing
and your grandchildren
The everyday things and happenings
What we have achieved, our problems
When our hearts break, our happiness
Let your soul rest in peace
A poetic form created by Lencio Dominic Rodrigues, the Lento is named after it’s creator, taken from his first name Lencio and rhymed to Cento, an existing form of poetry.
A Lento consists of two quatrains with a fixed rhyme scheme of abcb, defe as the second and forth lines of each stanza must rhyme. To take it a step further, but not required, try rhyming the first and third lines as well as the second and forth lines of each stanza in this rhyming pattern: abab, cdcd. The fun part of this poem is thrown in here as all the FIRST words of each verse should rhyme. There is no fixed syllable structure to the Lento, but keeping a good, flowing rhythm is recommended.
like a yoyo, you play with it, make it spin
suchlike it, there’s always a string attached
bike and roller-skate and other games, such fun
hike, climb, run, hide-and-seek and some match
back to yoyo and games we used to play
track and field, football and volleyball
knack for it or not, doesn’t really matter
jack of all trades, depending on the call