My little black book

Rammaging through my cupboards just now turned up a little treasure I thought long lost. It was my little black book of poems I wrote since 1996. There aren't many poems in there and all quite amature. But it meant a lot to me because I wrote these poems based on my experiences so no matter how amaturish they were, they formed a part of my life. I browsed through and picked up a couple that I really liked to post here.

My Boyfriend
~ dedicated to Vincent, 27 06 1997

He is a unique creation
Sent to me for some reason or another
Heavenly angels must have thought me lonesome
And so they blessed me with a guy named Vincent

Eversince he so suddenly appeared
I am jittery, feverish and delirious
He brings smiles upon my face
He brightens up my nights and days

His eyes are small
Inconspicuous when he grins
But he has the biggest heart
That's what really matters to me

He is my knight on a muddy scrambler
My hero, my babe, my dream-builder
Sadly, he is serving NS
But he has nites-off, so who cares

He has the weirdest logic
A streak of lunacy and eccentricity
For all his idiosyncrasy
I still love him crazily

Never request for a hug or kiss
Under the roving eyes of the public
Shyness is his nature
So my hormones have to show some composure

He finally said "luv ya" one fine day
in the phonemail on the 30th of May
Alas, for that to happen again
I'll have to wait for another decade

He may not have glittery diamonds
nor clear-crisps of dollars
But he has the sweetest smile and the warmest touch
He is sincere and that holds my heart

Often I get neurotic
and fear I'll lose him
He is ever so patient
Enduring my free-flow of idiotic questions

Yes, I'm definitely in love with him
as definite as the Do-Do is extinct
He is the best thing that ever happened
he is my one and only Vinc.
~~~

Ball with Teeth and Nose
~ 29 09 1998

Fybo, my dog
has a talent.
He is a hound you see
He likes to nose for things hidden.

Fybo, my dog
plays Frisbee with me in the garden.
Ever so often we would take a break.
He would pass time having the garden raked.

Treasures will pop out of the ground.
A rubber ducky or my long lost GI Joe.
Sometimes it's my dad's slippers,
Sometimes nothing at all.

Funny things were found again today,
A round ball with teeth and nose.
It had what looked like eyes,
'cept the squishy stuff inside.

I wanted to show daddy my find
but he had gone to work.
So I took it to my neighbour
who might reward me for my labour.

She opened the door and I lifted
My loot for her to see.
She turned stark white
and then screamed in fright.

The next thing I know the police came.
My dad in handcuffs led away.
I had many queries in my mind
With only Fybo by my side.

A kind officer then explained to me,
In a husky, solemn tone.
He, "Son, you've solved a mystery...
The ball with teeth and nose, was none other than
your grandpa Jones."

~~~

I really really loved this poem. Hiak Hiak Hiak.