For My Baby Faith

Baby Girl
(Inspired by Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)
Tiny fetal baby girl
How I wonder how you are?
In your mother's womb so small
Punching, kicking, rolling round
Tiny Fetal baby girl
Daddy loves you as you are.

Newborn little baby girl
How I wonder how you are?
Sleeping in your cot so calm
Dreaming dreams you cannot share
Newborn little baby girl
Daddy loves you as you are.

Infant little baby girl
How I wonder how you are?
Frowning, fussing, crying loud
Fighting hard to stay awake
Infant little baby girl
Daddy loves you as you are.

I'm a little baby
(Inspired by I'm a little teapot)

I'm a little baby
Short and cute
I have two arms
and I have two legs
When I'm getting hungry
Hear me cry
Pick me up and  feed me milk

I'm a special baby
Yes, its true.
Here's an example of what I can do
I can turn this white milk to brown poo
Wait and watch, you'll smell it too

Faith is her name-o
(Inspired by Bingo is his name-o)

We have a little baby girl
And Faith is her name-o
F-a-i-t-h
F-a-i-t-h
F-a-i-t-h
And Faith is her name-o

Counting sheep
(Inspired by the rhyme 10 Little Indians)

1 little, 2 little, 3 little baby sheep
4 little, 5 little, 6 little baby sheep
7 little, 8 little, 9 little baby sheep
10 little baby lambs

10 little, 9 little, 8 little baby sheep
7 little, 6 little, 5 little baby sheep
4 little, 3 little, 2 little baby sheep
time for you to sleep

Clouds

Clouds
(Version 1.00)

See the clouds in the sky
See the clouds way up high
See the clouds pour down rain
Like tears washing away the pain

See the clouds wondering far
See the clouds no borders bar
See the clouds grow day by day
Like a child going on its way

See the clouds go everywhere
See the clouds float anywhere
See the clouds with out a care
Like castles floating in the air

The Office Hokey Pokey

The Office Hokey Pokey

You put some garbage in

You take some garbage out

You put some garbage in

and you shake it all about

Chorus:

You do some hokey pokey

and you hope to keep your job

That's what its all about

You throw some numbers in

You pull some numbers out

You throw some numbers in

and then you add them up

[Repeat chorus]

You draw some diagrams here

You draw some diagrams there

You draw some diagrams where

and you hope its close enough

[Repeat chorus]

You throw some jargon here

You throw some jargon there

You throw some jargon here

and hope you fool them all

[Repeat chorus]

You point your finger left

You point your finger right

You point your finger left

and you push the buck the around

[Repeat chorus]

Wedding Poetry.

Note to self: I need to get the poem that I wrote for Weng On and Mandy. I would love to get a copy of the poem I wrote for Adeline, but I guess that is not going to happen :lol:

Lai Peng, Joy of Keong's Desiring (Version 0.30 Beta)

To the underlying choral melody by Johann Schop from BWV 147 by Bach.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CDBcr5cpdQ)

Be thou the joy and the pride of my brother's desire

As thou art the wife of my brother

My brother, your husband, a lifetime

Together in gladness, in sadness

in light and in darkness

in health and in wealth

May your find happiness, hand in hand, side by side

Be thou alive and a light by the side of my brother

A light for a lifetime to cherish

To Cherish, till one life shall perish

Random Poems

Beautiful Child

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O, look at that child in peaceful sleep.

A beauty that lies at least skin deep

So what in the world would trouble her mind,

And what of the joy or sorrow she’ll find?

O, look at that child in a restful nap.

In a world full of dreams, there she is apt.

A world full of hugs, kisses and joy

A world without want - roof, food or toys.

O, look at that child in peaceful rest.

Deep in her world with everything best

But when she awakes, her dreams to complete

In a world full of madness, there she’ll compete.

O, look at that child in blissful sleep

Gone to a world where there’s no cause to weep

But back in this world where she will find

A gnashing of teeth and people are blind.

My Name

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I do believe I have a name.

A name which I am called by.

A name given by my folks,

And not for you to change.

I do believe I have a name,

A name which I will answer.

My name is sacred to me,

And not for you to alter.

I do believe I have a name,

A name which I respond to.

A name is precious to me,

And not for your amendment.

I do believe I have a name,

A name which I reply to.

My name is my name.

And only my name I respond to!

A-Z of War

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A is for Anger, a cause of it.

B is for Battles, its made of these.

C is for Casualties, there’re always many.

D is Destruction, there’s always plenty.

E is for Enemy, the one to fight.

F is for Famine, when no food is grown.

G is for Graveyards, so many unmarked.

H is for Homeless, some victims of it.

I for Inventions, to better kill.

J is for Jargon, to lessen the guilt.

K is for Killing, that’s what it’s about.

L is for Losses, we cannot count.

M is for Murder, the enemy does.

N is for Nation, a thing to protect.

O is for Order, an excuse for chaos.

P, Propaganda, to continue the fight.

Q is for Questions, too few people ask.

R is for Rape, more victims of it.

S is for Sins, the enemy commits.

T is the Terror that many will feel.

U is for Unity, most often by hate.

V is for Victims, too many forgotten.

W is for War, the very it.

X, Xenophobia, need I say more.

Y is that Yearning for the ones we lose

And Z is for zero, which is what it leaves.

A Request for Honest Critic

A Request for Honest Critic

(Version 1.04) By Tam Weng Seng

Comments

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This poem has been mostly my effort but with a lot of suggestions from Dr. Thomas Pfau , Texas Christian University (TCU), and the writing center at TCU.

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Tell me honest. Tell me true. Tell me how my rhymes are viewed.

Good or bad, kind or cruel, show me how I can improve.

Though I try to be true, what I see is somewhat skewed.

Now I tried to be true, but it looks like rubbish spewed

From a broken record player, stuck a running in a groove.

Tell me honest and true. Tell me how my rhymes are viewed.

Now I may be too harsh, and when my rhymes are reviewed

That even critics, hard and harsh, will applaud and approve.

Though I try to be true, what I feel is somewhat skewed.

Now I feel some distress, and in my heart there is a feud.

Are these rhymes any good, or they like trash to be remove?

Tell me honest and true. Tell me how my rhymes are viewed.

Now my heart is burdened by rhymes that seem so shallow, nude.

Are my rhymes very crude and will the readers disapprove?

Though I try to be true, what I feel is somewhat skewed.

Now this rhyme you have read, and maybe others I have stewed.

So take a stand, share your views, only please don’t stand aloof.

Tell me honest and true. Tell me how my rhymes are viewed.

Though I try to be true, what I feel is somewhat skewed.

Irreverent Rhymes and Other Such Nonsense.

Aquarius, the Wet Nose Rain Deer.

Aquarius, the wet nose rain deer

Had a swollen runny nose

And if you ever saw it

You would think it was a tap

All of the other rain deer

Used to run away in disgust

They wouldn't let Aquarius

Join in any rain rain dance

Then one hot and humid night

A shaman came to say

"Aquarius with your nose so wet

Won't you help me make it rain?"

Then all the rain deer muttered

As they glared at him with hate

Aquarius, the wet nose rain deer

You'll go down in my story.

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My Grandfather’s Road

(Sung to “My Grandfather’s Clock”)

My grandfather’s road was too wide for myself,

So I let motorists use it too.

It was wide enough for ten cars side by side

But only two cars with me

Then I ate lunch, tea and dinner too,

And now no more cars can drive through.

Walking on a busy road is frightfully fun,

Walking on a busy road is frightfully fun,

When I stop short, to tie up my shoes,

All the cars behind me stopped too.

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Cursing the Rain

(Sung to “Stoodla Poompa”)

Walking along and looking at the rain,

All things be fine if only I were dry.

Walking along and looking at the rain,

All things be fine if only I were dry.

Chorus:

Muttering Curses (X6)

Muttering Curses at the Rain.

My ‘brollie works, and so my head is dry

But cursed wind, made everything else wet.

My ‘brollie works, and so my head is dry

But cursed wind, made everything else wet.

[Repeat chorus.]

Cursing the wind with every step I take,

Cause now I have a bowl of water on a stick.

Cursing the rain with every step I take,

Cause now I have a bowl of water on a stick.

[Repeat chorus.]

I like these shoes for comfort that they give.

But cursed shoes, they soak up lots of rain.

I like these shoes for comfort that they give.

But cursed shoes, they soak up lots of rain.

[Repeat chorus.]

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Skip to the Loo

(Sung to "Skip to the Lou")

My bladder’s full, what shall I do?

My bladder’s full, what shall I do?

My bladder’s full, what shall I do?

skip to the loo, my darling.

Chorus:

Loo, Loo, skip to the loo.

Loo, Loo, skip to the loo.

skip to the loo, my darling.

My tummy aches, what shall I do?

My tummy aches, what shall I do?

My tummy aches, what shall I do?

Skip to the loo, my darling.

[Repeat chorus.]