Poem: Lover, Mother, Warrior

She is the tease; tantalised
lovers in wait, forlorn
memory of rain withheld.

She is the mother; measured
tough love dispensed, wayward offsprings reminded of ancient laws.

She is the warrior, weathered
bearer of bums, absorbing
a hundred thousand blows

Before unleashing karma tenfold.

~ Ivan

Note: wrote these lines in the midst of the week of the worst recorded Sumatran haze in Indonesia, Singapore and Malaysia. I heard thunder on a day when rains were not predicted to happen for weeks. But alas the rains did not materialise on Singapore soil. The sweet promise of rain must have inspired me to compose this in under 20 minutes. If only the rains take a shorter time to arrive.

Rain radar, 24 jun 2013, 4pm

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Poem: We find spaces to empty and fill

In tubes of steel and plastics
We speed across cold tracks

World-watching through silica panes
While the weather smash wet

We pull into the terminus
Silently struggling en masse
Combating for cramped spaces
Dry stepping to avoid the damp

We gush like water molecules
Through a sprout into
Confines ill-designed

And finally out!

We the unsteady human tide
Pulsating with individual intent
Ebbing as a coherent mass

We find spaces to empty and fill

~ Ivan Chew

Waiting for the Rain to Stop
Waiting for the Rain to Stop by Brian Sahagun, on Flickr
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Poem – Five boys, Two girls: Scene on an afternoon train

Five boys, Two girls: Scene on an afternoon train
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Five boys,
Teenagers dressed in black tees.
“Student councillors” stamped
on their backs.

Holding their lunches of
fried carbs from the Golden Arches,
Talking about surviving
yet another year of math.

Two girls,
Standing further off, looking
like they aren’t looking.

The girls with their puppy-shy glances,
Made their way over, filling empty
seats near where the boys were. Smoothing
their skirts; preening their hair, perched
For attention. No more than a foot away.

The boys remained
Oblivious.

~ Ivan Chew.
18 Jun 2010.

Poem: Electric Rain Song

A composition for this instrumental piece:

Electric Rain Song
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clouds
dark and foreboding
over iron grey skies.

the trees reach up
to the skies
as if yearning
for release.

if they could unroot themselves,
they might.

rumble in the distance
flash of angry lightning
a quickening
sense of urgent anticipation
electric anxiety in the air.

we dance for rain
to break
the spell.

there is a tightness
in our hearts
as we hear the heavens sing
in tune to our electric rain song

we listen to the wet
and dance our steps
and if no words come
the music will remain

its own space in life.

Ivan Chew.