Pressure Cooker

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Stress. An entity we find difficult to live with, and difficult to live without. It is heavy, hot, complex, unpredictable, and unpleasant.

Cooker

Its weight a ton

Its burden increases

With the firm closure of its lid

On its ingredients that bubble

Over

The fire

Burning below

Cooking the ingredients

A hasty concoction bubbling

Over

Network

Fused, so complex

Guides the circumstances

Difficult to navigate and

Conquer

Cooking

The quality

Temperate, dependent

On the expert hands of the chef

Random

The Dish

Palatable

When seasoned with time and

Patience.

The Buffet of Love

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Love. A paradoxically simple yet complex word. Only four letters, but comprises much substance. 

You may ask why. Love leaves involves a myriad of emotions. It allows people to experience a multitude of feelings, including vulnerability, rejection, and insecurity. An entity of ironhttps://vocal.media/poets/the-buffet-of-lovey, love also fills us with bliss and gratitude. 

It is also complex because each person has different perspectives and experiences regarding love. Thus, expectations vary. While some associate it with joy, dread and sorrow overcome others. Romeo and Juliet had a tragic encounter with love while marriage is a time of joy for many couples. 

Love is a challenge to express. For some, it simply means a show of concern for another. Others require grand gestures to be convinced that others love them. Some people are not capable of romantic proposals or over-the-top Valentine’s Day presents. Instead, they turn to simple displays of concern -they prepare filling dinners for the ones they love. 

Then there is timing. Love happens at unexpected times and places. A classic example of this is when two people of diametrically opposite characters get married. My husband and I hail from dissimilar backgrounds – he belongs to a traditional Chinese family while I have Westernized Peranakan (Straits Born Chinese in Singapore) roots. We’ve been married for a quarter of a century. 

Everyone brings a different facet of love to an over-filled buffet table. Enjoy this little sonnet. 

The Heart’s Buffet

The heart’s buffet, a wealth of cuisine,

A mix of dishes, wealth of food

Something for all, it would seem

Still much to be understood

Buffet table, from different points viewed

Blissful cuisine for some

For others flavors askew

That make the tastebuds numb

Love’s table, from end to end so long

To speak is to shout

Whatever’s said will emerge wrong

And leave players in a pout

The food comes at different times

Some not opportune

With loved one, one does not rhyme

And may sing out of tune

A buffet of love, varied but sweet

The Orchestra of Life

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I have thought a lot about managing expectations of late. Of course, there has been a bit of frustration over them. 

Managing expectations is an enormous part of life. I feel the need to manage expectations of parents, students and colleagues as a teacher. There are expectations of us at work. Our families expect a lot from us. Of course, we expect a lot from ourselves.

Managing expectations is a lot like playing in an orchestra. There must be open communication among its members. One must set realistic goals, and not over-promise. And of course, there must be flexibility. 

Enjoy this sonnet.

Orchestra plays, a non-harmonic blend

The audience cringes, faces sallow

The melody comes, in pain, to an end

The final note sounding hallow

Its members heads turn about

Looking for a cue

Seeking for a guiding shout

As to what to do

To render the tune melodic

The players must make it certain

Song starts to flow, notes specific

In a harmonic pattern

Members know that they must play

A song elegant and tuneful
But they never over-said the way

That they will turn soulful

In fluid motion, the instruments blend

To bring the song to fulfilling end. 

A Caged Bird

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Have you done anything that you wish you hadn’t? If you are a regular person, the answer would be a resounding yes. All of us have regrets. 

Regret can leave us with a myriad of emotions that is difficult to sort out. If the situation is irreversible, there’s nothing we can do but move on. 

Which leaves us with the question- how do we manage regret? Acknowledge that no one is perfect. We are all fallible, to agreater or lesser degree, and will make errors. 

Then, find a way to make amends if possible. Making this effort can go some way, at least, to rebuilding relationships. 

Finally, seek support, especially from those we have inadvertently hurt. Let them know that you value them, no matter the situation. 

Blue bird

Wings clipped and trapped

Flies into golden cage

Gilded, adorned with flecks of jade

So lured

The bird

Chirping loudly

Realises the folly

Of the lure of bejewelled cage

Laments

Small bird

Sits quiet in cage

Knows its fate is to stay

Within the golden, gilded walls

A pet

Old bird

In the next cage

Tells him to take chance to

Devour the little worms given

Daily

Blue bird

Chews worms with joy

Succulent and constant

Insect feast not available

Elsewhere. 

Closing A Chapter

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A recent event has prompted thoughts of creating a new chapter in Life’s Book. All of us receive signs that there are things we should no longer hang on to.

Moving on can mean different things to different people.  For some, it means finding closure to a chapter in one’s life. For others , it is a journey of self discovery. Persistent unhappiness and a lack of alignment with the self are definite signs of a need for change. 

All of us must move on eventually, with acceptance and sometimes, forgiveness. Enjoy, well, this little chapter.

Pages

Hard to turn

The words

Blured, misaligned

Book

Moves

Pages turn

As the wind blows

Together with

The sands of time

Chapter

Must close

Spine of book

Binding

Turn to

The right

Page.

Iron Fist

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A person with an iron fist is one of the hardest to like in this world. Few people can accept dictatorship.

We all run into people and superiors with a “my way or the highway” attitude. They do so out of insecurity and a need for power. 

Managing people with a misplaced need for power over another human being is tricky. One needs a lot of composure. There is a need to establish common ground. One must also know when to disengage, redirect conversations, and encourage collaboration.

It’s difficult preventing the iron fist from swinging, but here’s a start. Enjoy this sonnet. 

The iron fist that swings with force

Pounds, vigor not needed

Forges ahead with calls to pause

Cries to stop unheeded

To hold the swing, a task complex

Requires unending calm

Even then, it still reacts

Swaying unbridled arm

Momentum of swing, a second’s wane

To get the swing to stop

A moment comes to ease the pain

And halt the pounding rock

Fist pushed away art to deflect

Still harder art to reconnect. 

Calendar

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As the new year approaches, we reflect on the resolutions we have not met and starting a new chapter in our lives. We turn to our trusty calendars. 

When we think of them, we think of the passage of time. We think about plans that we have made but have changed. The past comes to mind and, with that, regrets. We consider the days and weeks that we have to make.

the most of. 

As this year comes to a close, let’s celebrate its good and resolve to move on from its bad.

Tool that marks date and time 

Heralds it passing

Speaks of a year now past its prime

Minding the well made plans before

Shifted, culled, changed

Wanted, but now no more

Leaves a mark on past now gone

Teaches about battle

Other wars hard won

What has happened, must move onward

Each page turns

And we go forward

The tool flags the time and date

Events to cherish

Nay, no more hate

This year’s datebook comes to an end

We hail its yeses

Tear the pages that do not blend

Sad tales within we do transcend. 

Butterfly Takes Flight

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They say that change is our only constant, and the statement carries truth, especially in modern times. As we have become used to social media, AI has reared its head, ugliness being subjective. Life changes at a frenetic pace.

There’s nothing we can do about transformation. However, we can approach it with a positive perspective that benefits all.

How do we cope with change? We assess the situation and turn it to our advantage. We open ourselves to new possibilities,focus on what we can control and give ourselves time to manage the changes.

We can all be butterflies. Enjoy these butterfly cinquains. 

Arise

A butterfly

From the caterpillar

A pretty form, so strange and new

Alive

Living

Butterfly flits from leaf to leaf

Thinking only of the

Swaying foilage

To eat

Anew

The butterfly

Flies so from dawn to dusk

Its time to scour for greens well-used

Patient

Present

The butterfly now grasps the 

Stem of the new flower

Its buds about

To bloom. 

The Tree of Life

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“Never use the pronouns I, Me, or My.” The nuns in the convent where I was a student used to remind us never to put ourselves before others. This Catholic philosophy, mirroring those of other religions, is sound, and prevents selfishness. 

However, one must not take it too literally. Putting others first doesn’t mean not caring for oneself- recalling the oxygen mask theory, one must put on one’s mask before doing so for others around him. The idea behind this is that a person needs to ensure his survival before he can do so for others.

So why is self-care important? It maintains physical health, reduces stress, protects mental health and boosts creativity. Most importantly, caring for oneself protects others. 

Enjoy these cinquains. 

Tree lives

Abounds with life

Its roots burgeon with zest

Leaves spring with newfound vigour

Watered

Tree lives 

Branches spring forth

When its roots draw water

By self from the soil surrounding 

Enriching

Tree Lives

Leaves a bright green

When not battled by the

Rain pouring incessantly  from the 

Dark clouds

Tree lives 

New fruits spring forth

The flowers on branches

Bloom with new fervour and vigour

When graced.

The Ship of the Desert

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Ship of the desert. Camels are known for their extraordinary patience and being the ones who can travel for days on end in the desert without water. It can do this because it is accepting of things that it knows it cannot control. 

Desert conditions present many unique opportunities for it to practice patience, and like the camel, we should always look out for them. 

To add, the camel is always mindful that it has to wait for things and has an even temper. It copes with the adversities of the desert by taking a step back when it needs to. 

The ship of the desert

Deftly carries its cargo

Worried not about hazards

It quietly docks in the desert port

Knowing not what lies within

Giving the lack of water no thought

But it pays heed

To the places and times

It must soul seek

Its decorum even

And form still sturdy

Always in keeping

Lifts its hoofs in backward step

When the way forward is uncleaptr

Knows that restless rush is not apt

Through sandy water the ship will sail

No matter the desert weather

Though sandstorms may assail

Its sturdy hull never fails.