Shawn's Poems, all by Shawn Poon
Death waits for a long while
Death knows how to wait, it is patient
In his arms he wishes to enfold your head
He looks out for a possible lapse
Without telling you, then, boom!-- you're dead
Walking in the middle of the road
You think… ah, the cars are so beautiful
Watching the mannequins at the Wal-Mart then
You feel a knock and die, what a fool!
Death waits for a long while
Before embarking on its journey
It never tells you when or how
But someday in heaven you'll be
It's never going to be expected
Or maybe you'll drop dead and die
Death just loves a surprise
When you open your eyes
You won't hear your family's cries
Instead,
You'll see heaven's sunrise
Love Sonnet
Red as a rose, so are the lips luscious
Your eyes are like pearls, boring into mine
Your ageless beauty is by far divine
Your hair is like silk, simply stupendous
When I first saw you, I fell in deep love
Your tenderness just warms my longing heart
Wishing you will stay never to depart
When you looked my way, filled my heart with mirth
For me, even though I'm not qualified
My love is beyond the highest mountain
It's swelling up inside, soon it will burst
Yearning for you in my dreams, right deep inside
And love, I wish and hope that you will learn
Only you can quench my deep longing thirst
Just a mask, nothing else
I pretend.
I pretend all the time
Pretending to be happy.
Pretending to be lonely.
Pretending to be sad.
Why can't I just be myself?
Am I afraid of rejection?
Am I afraid of being laughed at?
What am I, afraid of?
Is my behaviour really me?
Or is it just a mask, nothing else?
Perhaps I am afraid of people
Realizing really-who I am?
Maybe I've already earned myself
This reputation
Why? Just a mask?
What if you pull it down?
What if you pull the lovely handsome face down?
What would you see in me?
Maggots and slime
Dirt and grime
That's what's really me
Not the happy cheerful little boy
Not this pretence.
That's just a mask, nothing else.
Sonnet- My strength could hardly stem the crashing tide
My strength could hardly stem the crashing tide
Nor in my small capacity could
I try
To stand firm against that stream, ev'er so wide
Or the valleys deep,
or the mountains high
The stream of jealousy, a streak of hate
To those in their
lives who have won the race
Some people live welcomed at heaven's gate
The rest,
like me, they crave for heaven's grace
Why should we listen to them and obey
Why don't we just ruin their lives, hack and burn
And let us relax while they
earn their pay
And after that steal, lo it's our turn
Or just destroy, in us
we feel no guile
I wouldn't be worse off than what I am now
Recycled (by Shawn Poon)
The sun shines down, they waves they push
Though autumn never approaches
My life would always see the warmth of summer
And the still cockroaches
For Death has come-- and I must go
To a distant land far away
Through the changing years-- I never change
Nor through this passing day
The flowers bloom, the honeycomb sweet
Death offers me a spread
As he consults with heaven or hell where I would go
The latter I fearfully dread
My face-- in tears, uncontrollable
It's sweet, not salty
He offers to send me back to the mortal world
Like recycled money
What trash,-- lest I, be tossled
Back and forth through heaven or earth
I would rather be a lowly pebble
Than to be -- useless-- from birth