Wednesday, October 12, 2011
THE BANQUET II
Inside the antediluvian dining hall
Six crystal chandeliers hanging atop
The well-decorated table
And the pearls at the end of mine,
My observant glistening eyes
Sparkles at my precious Angel
Holding my hand and squeezing it twice
A reassuring gesture of love
That truly liquefies my uneasiness.
Cordiality floats around the hall
And the stained glass windows
Reflects the smiles and complaisance
Of everyone on that clubby night
The soup...
The turkey...
The dessert...
The wine that were served to me...
Nothing could taste terrific like them
When Stewart is smiling at me,
Beside me,holding me...
His touch is such a constant trance
How welded is my equipoise
When love was this enchanting?
I am breathing significant breath
Painting substantial photographs
Of valued moments within heavenly moments
At the banquet
With gentlemen
With new-found friends
And with the love of my life.
The Banquet III
After the sweet farewells we left
the darling-filled banquet hall
my Sweetheart tenderly guides me
as we walk slowly out of the entrance door.
The spots of bliss have all but remained
and I can feel them glowing,
radiating withing my heart
then my love suddenly turn around
and give me a kiss
I suddenly felt my golden aura swirl
and cast myself something
endless,simple to nudge me
I am not the only one
turning the fairy-tale
into reality.
My sweetheart's sweet tongue
paint celestial portraits of me
like that of a charming poet
expressing sweet words to his reverie.
Every inch of my nerves sends
tides of beatitude that caved in
underneath my very core.
Midnight come to pass
On our way home
I melt on his arms
and I waken the wonderful memories of the banquet
in my mind
with eyes close
while listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
the darling-filled banquet hall
my Sweetheart tenderly guides me
as we walk slowly out of the entrance door.
The spots of bliss have all but remained
and I can feel them glowing,
radiating withing my heart
then my love suddenly turn around
and give me a kiss
I suddenly felt my golden aura swirl
and cast myself something
endless,simple to nudge me
I am not the only one
turning the fairy-tale
into reality.
My sweetheart's sweet tongue
paint celestial portraits of me
like that of a charming poet
expressing sweet words to his reverie.
Every inch of my nerves sends
tides of beatitude that caved in
underneath my very core.
Midnight come to pass
On our way home
I melt on his arms
and I waken the wonderful memories of the banquet
in my mind
with eyes close
while listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Tales of a Man with two Pussies
I. The Night Before the Operation
The dark clouds playing on the horizon
covering and revealing the moon
but not all of it.
It is amazing how they move
forming broken circus and and limits.
And although it was a catchy scene,
it never exist to the eyes of John
nor he felt the magnetic trance
like those who witnessed a sigh of such.
Such is the feeling of disturbance
that drowns his every glands.
Perchance his love for Charles and Magellan
is much much beyond the Subterranean.
The night before the surgical procedure,
John sits with discomposure
by the candle whose light almost burnt out
and cans of Calsberg he couldn't live without,
He confess his fears while he gulp his beer
abreast the two cats sitting on their rears.
II.THE OPERATION
Sitting at his desk thoughts very far
Staring out the window with the frame ajar
the daylight offered him reasons to smile
in a coarse, barbaric debonair style
Like the man who asked for his helping hand
A man with a mustache and from Pakistan
He tried to listen as the man speaks
But his words appeared to him like dynamite sticks
So he packed up his bag and returned home
Found comfort for his tired self in the bedroom
as minutes went past he couldn't sleep
then his nervousness spurts that he couldn't keep
Quarter to twelve the bells tolled
His heart slowly broke and silently howled
He took Charlie first to put him in the cage
the pussy was excited at first then insanely raged
Next he picked up Magellan and put him inside
Like Charlie his anger plus confusion collides
Exactly twelve o'clock appeared the SPCA
with the concerned Ms. Yuen, the super cat lady
They took the two cats to the vet and so
for hours that John spent his nervousness grew
He saunters alone in a sad somber road
towards Wo Che wet market to buy some food
Since the sun still up, He trailed his way back
to the Jockey Club and bet his streak luck
He sauntered again in a sad thoroughfare
back to Seven Eleven to have few cans of beer
And dawdle his buns back to his dwelling
Then wait for his wife and the cats and perfect timing
to plow and to plant and to harvest his crops
not to mention his FV fuels need some top ups
He did all he can to amuse his weary mind
But his mind seemed temporarily became colorblind
So he stripped off the plastics and took some candles
placed them in the holders,then lit and settled down
There was nothing he could do but to worry and wait
until they came home at night when the clock strikes eight.
The dark clouds playing on the horizon
covering and revealing the moon
but not all of it.
It is amazing how they move
forming broken circus and and limits.
And although it was a catchy scene,
it never exist to the eyes of John
nor he felt the magnetic trance
like those who witnessed a sigh of such.
Such is the feeling of disturbance
that drowns his every glands.
Perchance his love for Charles and Magellan
is much much beyond the Subterranean.
The night before the surgical procedure,
John sits with discomposure
by the candle whose light almost burnt out
and cans of Calsberg he couldn't live without,
He confess his fears while he gulp his beer
abreast the two cats sitting on their rears.
II.THE OPERATION
Sitting at his desk thoughts very far
Staring out the window with the frame ajar
the daylight offered him reasons to smile
in a coarse, barbaric debonair style
Like the man who asked for his helping hand
A man with a mustache and from Pakistan
He tried to listen as the man speaks
But his words appeared to him like dynamite sticks
So he packed up his bag and returned home
Found comfort for his tired self in the bedroom
as minutes went past he couldn't sleep
then his nervousness spurts that he couldn't keep
Quarter to twelve the bells tolled
His heart slowly broke and silently howled
He took Charlie first to put him in the cage
the pussy was excited at first then insanely raged
Next he picked up Magellan and put him inside
Like Charlie his anger plus confusion collides
Exactly twelve o'clock appeared the SPCA
with the concerned Ms. Yuen, the super cat lady
They took the two cats to the vet and so
for hours that John spent his nervousness grew
He saunters alone in a sad somber road
towards Wo Che wet market to buy some food
Since the sun still up, He trailed his way back
to the Jockey Club and bet his streak luck
He sauntered again in a sad thoroughfare
back to Seven Eleven to have few cans of beer
And dawdle his buns back to his dwelling
Then wait for his wife and the cats and perfect timing
to plow and to plant and to harvest his crops
not to mention his FV fuels need some top ups
He did all he can to amuse his weary mind
But his mind seemed temporarily became colorblind
So he stripped off the plastics and took some candles
placed them in the holders,then lit and settled down
There was nothing he could do but to worry and wait
until they came home at night when the clock strikes eight.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Heaven is Yours to Touch ( For Yvonne)
Before we stretch our minds
to the structure of the river
and the curves of the hill,
We follow the path of the light rays;
From the words of our parents,
The teachings of our aunt from the bible.
As little angels,we dream to fly
Where we can lay down in peace
and grow in joy and contentment.
Like a seed,you grow up to be a healthy flower,
Nourished with great love and care
Like a princess,you were never exposed to the hardships of life,
Shielded by the best we can offer you
You are like a sun in our family
Bursting your light to honour our parents and auntie.
I beg the stars to never let you
Even step on one of my foot prints
To never taste the banquet of my solitude
To never let you sink fatally lesser than the rest.
Ignite your mind sister and start to soar
Heaven is yours to touch now.
No doubt sweet bliss resides in me!
When I will witness that touching scene:
You,offering your diploma to our parents,
Something I failed to do.
Oh master of Thunder and Lightning,
will you get angry at me if i'll take over
and rolled the clouds in heaven
to proudly paint my Sister's name?
to the structure of the river
and the curves of the hill,
We follow the path of the light rays;
From the words of our parents,
The teachings of our aunt from the bible.
As little angels,we dream to fly
Where we can lay down in peace
and grow in joy and contentment.
Like a seed,you grow up to be a healthy flower,
Nourished with great love and care
Like a princess,you were never exposed to the hardships of life,
Shielded by the best we can offer you
You are like a sun in our family
Bursting your light to honour our parents and auntie.
I beg the stars to never let you
Even step on one of my foot prints
To never taste the banquet of my solitude
To never let you sink fatally lesser than the rest.
Ignite your mind sister and start to soar
Heaven is yours to touch now.
No doubt sweet bliss resides in me!
When I will witness that touching scene:
You,offering your diploma to our parents,
Something I failed to do.
Oh master of Thunder and Lightning,
will you get angry at me if i'll take over
and rolled the clouds in heaven
to proudly paint my Sister's name?
Friday, June 3, 2011
my midday meal reminder
Thirty past three,
tea time,
there were only number's and letters
reflected from my eyes
and suddenly
tons of tiredness slides down my eyebrows
until nothing I could see
but total darkness
I looked at the untouched mug of coffee
sitting on top of my table,
I was sure it was cold as ice...
My bones started to crackle
and my stomach begun to grumble,
I've missed lunch...
When I was about to take a step
and travel the ethereal splendor
of moments I've spent with my love,
the refined sound stopped my thoughts
from stringing our sugar-coated memories...
I heard his angelic voice
and my day turned to
honeyed bliss;
the reigning day of all my days,
like what he always did
So I took my keys,
got up and left..
my dearest husband,
never failed to check
if I had my lunch.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
A Story to Tell (for Stewart)
I tried to hide the pain
within me
at times He left me...
Twice...
Thrice...
Leaving sweet tender
crystal clear tears
falling down my eyes
twice...
thrice...
I lived in dreams
had tried
and never stop hoping
that one day
He will smile at me
while I am saying to him...
"I am no longer chasing storms
but boundless reverence
because you are now with me"
In my dreams
I am the passionate writer
who struggles to bind words
and phrases of love
to lay him down...
down in such wonderment...
I became a tough wanderer
with poetry by my side...
I lived in our special place
a place without time and infinite space...
Only my love and his love exist...
Forgetting the pact I made with the world
I produced magic....
mixed ink and blood from my bruised heart,
I created art
only for him...
After many times
of counting the rainy nights
Finally...
The cute,little moonbeams
peeped through the window...
It was very quiet last night
except the sweet breath
that warmth my face...
He smiled
when I placed my lips next to his ears
and whispered...
"I am no longer chasing storms
but boundless reverence
for you are now with me
as my husband..."
he smiled and kissed me goodnight.
Friday, April 29, 2011
SEE POEM
WUNRN
Tragic Global Reality - Affects Girls & Women Worldwide
See 3 parts of this WUNRN release on Sale of Organs.
KIDNAPPING, ABDUCTING, MURDER OF CHILDREN
FOR SALE OF CHILDREN'S ORGANS - GIRLS
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Direct Link to Report to the United Nations 2007 of Former UN Special Rapporteur on the Sale of Children, Child Prostitution and Child Pornography:
ABDUCTED & MISSING CHILDREN. SALE OF CHILDREN'S ORGANS
Mandate of Current UN Special Rapporteur on Sale of Children +
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UN.GIFT - Global Initiative to Fight Human Trafficking
TRAFFICKING FOR HUMAN BODY ORGANS - GIRLS & WOMEN
While it is commonly believed that trafficking only takes places for commercial sexual exploitation or for forced labour, trafficking in fact takes many forms such as trafficking for forced marriage and trafficking for organ trade among others.
Trafficking in organs is a crime that occurs in three broad categories. Firstly, there are cases where traffickers force or deceive the victims into giving up an organ. Secondly, there are cases where victims formally or informally agree to sell an organ and are cheated because they are not paid for the organ or are paid less than the promised price. Thirdly, vulnerable persons are treated for an ailment, which may or may not exist and thereupon organs are removed without the victim's knowledge. The vulnerable categories of persons include migrants, especially migrant workers, homeless persons, illiterate persons, etc. It is known that trafficking for organ trade could occur with persons of any age. Organs which are commonly traded are kidneys, liver and the like; any organ which can be removed and used, could be the subject of such illegal trade.
Trafficking in organs is a crime that occurs in three broad categories. Firstly, there are cases where traffickers force or deceive the victims into giving up an organ. Secondly, there are cases where victims formally or informally agree to sell an organ and are cheated because they are not paid for the organ or are paid less than the promised price. Thirdly, vulnerable persons are treated for an ailment, which may or may not exist and thereupon organs are removed without the victim's knowledge. The vulnerable categories of persons include migrants, especially migrant workers, homeless persons, illiterate persons, etc. It is known that trafficking for organ trade could occur with persons of any age. Organs which are commonly traded are kidneys, liver and the like; any organ which can be removed and used, could be the subject of such illegal trade.
Trafficking in organ trade is an organized crime, involving a host of offenders. The recruiter who identifies the vulnerable person, the transporter, the staff of the hospital/ clinic and other medical centres, the medical professionals, the middlemen and contractors, the buyers, the banks where organs are stored are all involved in the racket. It is a fact that the entire racket is rarely exposed and therefore, the dimensions are yet to be appropriately fathomed.
Several International standards are in place on trafficking for organ trade:
a. The UN Protocol to Prevent, Suppress and Punish Trafficking in Persons
includes "organ removal" and its subsequent sale as an end purpose of trafficking. Article 3 of the UN Trafficking Protocol that defines trafficking in persons, clearly includes trafficking for the purpose of removal of organs.
b. Optional Protocol on the sale of children, child prostitution and child pornography (2000) to the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child (1989) - This protocol states that the sale of children for the purpose of transferring their organs for profit should be a criminal offence.
c. World Health Organization (WHO)
The Guiding Principles on Human Organ Transplantation (1991) of WHO state that the commercialization of human organs is 'a violation of human rights and human dignity'.
d. An Additional Protocol to the European Convention on Human Rights and Biomedicine Concerning Transplantation of Organs and Tissues of Human Origin (2002) prohibits organ and tissue trafficking, deriving a financial gain or comparative advantage from the human body and its parts and calls on States to provide appropriate sanctions for such trafficking.
The response to trafficking in organ trade has more or less been lacklusture. Considering the serious health implications and the severe human rights violations of the vulnerable victims, it is essential that this issue gets the desired attention. This requires several steps including the following:
includes "organ removal" and its subsequent sale as an end purpose of trafficking. Article 3 of the UN Trafficking Protocol that defines trafficking in persons, clearly includes trafficking for the purpose of removal of organs.
b. Optional Protocol on the sale of children, child prostitution and child pornography (2000) to the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child (1989) - This protocol states that the sale of children for the purpose of transferring their organs for profit should be a criminal offence.
c. World Health Organization (WHO)
The Guiding Principles on Human Organ Transplantation (1991) of WHO state that the commercialization of human organs is 'a violation of human rights and human dignity'.
d. An Additional Protocol to the European Convention on Human Rights and Biomedicine Concerning Transplantation of Organs and Tissues of Human Origin (2002) prohibits organ and tissue trafficking, deriving a financial gain or comparative advantage from the human body and its parts and calls on States to provide appropriate sanctions for such trafficking.
The response to trafficking in organ trade has more or less been lacklusture. Considering the serious health implications and the severe human rights violations of the vulnerable victims, it is essential that this issue gets the desired attention. This requires several steps including the following:
- Appropriate laws in sync with the UN Protocols and principles.
- Stringent law enforcement against all those involved.
- Training and orientation of the law enforcement agencies as well as the medical staff who are likely to be drawn into the commission of the offence, especially for want of the dimensions of the crime.
- Awareness generation of the vulnerable sections.
- Public awareness posters and display boards, etc. to be made mandatory at the health centres, where health care is ordinarily provided.
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THEY STOLE MY LITTLE GIRL ORGANS
By Airyn Lentija Sloan
She approached me with a smile
And I, the daughter of poverty
Smiled in response to quiet
The tremble I felt inside.
Slowly I was carried away
By the Woman and Man
From the dusty road
Where I and my sisters loved to play.
They took advantage
of my youth and innocence,
My vulnerability.
They brought me to the city
I saw the glittering lights
The buildings that give promises
That do not last
After two or three nights
They stole took my EYES,
My sight, my windows to the world.
I cry, not just from the pain
But also because I am lost in darkness,
The blank path to find my way home
To hug my mommy.
I scream at the pain that slowly
Kills the little strength remaining in me.
When I woke up,
I thought I was in hell.
There is a scar I can feel.
Yes, I can feel it -- The hollow within me.
They left the scar on my tummy
It bleeds.....
They took my eyes AND my kidney !
They Stole My Organs © Airyn Lentija Sloan 2011
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