Napowrimo 2014 Post #15 Where the wildflowers grow

I have been having a mental block these past week, being doped up on meds doesn’t really help in mental clarity. It’s funny, how when I tried to write on the ipad, nothing seems to flow. So I took pen to paper today and here’s my take on Terza Rima, where its a 3-line stanza in the rhyming form of aba bcb cdc a single line that’ll rhyme with d.

Where the wildflowers grow

Let us take a long walk
To where the wildflowers grow
There’s a quiet spot where we used to talk

The solitary raintree where we go
For lengthy chats and short naps
We’d rest against the trunk like so

We’d picnic with roast beef baps
And roasted peanuts wrapped in cones
But when we hear sudden thunder claps

We’d run all the way back home

Napowrimo 2014 Post # 14 Twenty Questions

On Napowrimo today, the prompt was to write a poem with 20 questions and ending with one sentence in the end.

Twenty Questions

Why do I fall into the pits of despair when April showers come?
Why does the sight of falling yellowed leaves ache my soul?
Should I keep thinking of the things that went wrong?
Or simply forget my painful past?
Why did I play with fire and get myself burned?
What should I do when I remember the scars?
Should I consider it as a lesson learned?
Or a mistake that’s best forgotten?
Was I not pretty or thin enough?
Should I just keep popping pills to numb the pain?
Maybe stand outside and cry in the rain?
Perhaps pretend the teardrops were raindrops, washing away the heartache?
How did I miss the signs, your sudden interest in the Arts?
Was it at the inter-college social where you met that underaged painted tart?
Were all that was said between you and I, untruths from the start?
Was I too bewitched by your charms?
Don’t balding, chemistry postgrads sound like they won’t do any harm?
Perhaps its just that the eyes were blind to what the heart already knows?
Or maybe this infliction called love with time just slowly dissipates?
How easily does your love suddenly change to hate?
Oh screw it all! I must love myself more!

Café Hopping

My buddy Steph meets me once in a blue moon when she feels her “burden to bear” which she calls her thesis writing, has been productive. When that happens, we’d go cafè hopping. 

First stop was Keong Saik Snacks.
This post is seriously overdue that this place had changed it’s name to The Study. Anyways’ s this was Michelin Star famed Jason Atherton’s diner in Chinatown.

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We had the Lobster Roll with Spiced Mayo and Iceberg lettuce ($18). Okay lobster roll, one would expect a roll right? Instead it was a buttered foccacia with huge chunky lobsters drenched in a rich sauce. Delicious! I’ve been trying to recreate that luscious taste to no avail.

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The perfect accompaniment to that creamy sandwich was the Chilli Garlic Fries ($6. Yikes these string cut fries were so crispy and addictive, I wish it came in a larger portion.

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Lunch done, we grabbed a cab and headed to Chye Seng Huat Hardware. Located at 150 Tyrwhitt Road, unless I knew how to take a bus here, I’ll just cab here again next time.

Chye Seng Huat Hardware was crowded when we came. It was almost 5pm and rain started to pour like cats and dogs. We found two stools against the wall, super uncomfortable seats but I’m glad the coffee was fantastic. The pecan tart thingy was delicious. The banana cake was soft and not too sweet. And the foam art was pretty too!

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Once the rain stopped, we walked towards Horne Road in search of Windowsill Pies. We managed to get lost somewhat, and ended up using Google map to finally find our destination. It was such a cute shop, with a glass display of glorious pies. Picnic tables and a wooden tree display made the cafe feel like a wonderland somewhat.

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We had tea and a slice of grasshopper pie and strawberry lemon tart. The grasshopper pie was a slice of pepperminty goodness! Whilst the strawberry lemon tart was errr tarty :P a nice combination that was tangy and a tinge of sweet.

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Lovely way to end the day with sips of fragrant tea and great company.

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Napowrimo 2014 Post #12 Despair

My mind was too mentally exhausted last night to come up with day 12′s challenge of a “replacement” poem. That I’m doing it in bed This glorious Sunday morning instead.

We were informed on Napowrimo to select a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.”  Google the tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem. Hmmm wonder how this will work out?

So I usually get into bruises, sprains and scrapes and I use a lot of arnica on them so I picked “nutmeg” as my physical noun. I tend to have feelings of “despair”, yup I’m a melancholic kind of gal so that’s my intangible. As per instruction, I replaced  “nutmeg,” in sentences from a Wikipedia article on nutmegs, with “despair.” I find the outcome of this exercise rather odd, but anyways I finally did it. Now to crawl myself out of bed.

Despair

Despair tree is an evergreen tree indigenous to the Moluccas.        
Despair is a dioecious plant which is propagated sexually and asexually.
Despair was a prized and costly spice in European medieval cuisine as a medicinal, preservative agent and flavoring.    
Saint Theodore allowed his monks to sprinkle despair on their pease pudding.                      
Despair was known as a valuable commodity by Muslim sailors from the port of Basra.
Despair was valuable to fictional character Sinbad the Sailor in the One Thousand and One Nights.
In large doses, raw despair has psychoactive effects.      
Despair may induce hallucinogenic effects, such as visual distortions and paranoid ideation.     
Among young people, bohemians and prisoners post World War 2 USA, despair was used an intoxicant.      
Despair was once considered an abortifacient.

©Faridah Masniari 2014

Napowrimo 2014 Post # 11 Sips of sweet ambrosia

Today’s challenge was to write an      anacreontic poem. Anacreontics verses were used by Greek poet Anacreon’s poems about love and wine.

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Sips of sweet ambrosia
     
My love, drink from this goblet  
This nectar truly divine      
There is nothing as sublime
Like love, it intoxicates   
Sips of sweet ambrosia               
Like stolen kisses on lips       
Momentary high is bliss
Drunken am I in your kiss

©Faridah Masniari 2014

Napowrimo 2014 Post #10 Seeking ultimate thrills

Today’s challenge was to write an advertisement-poem. Since I own a skate shop, I’ve picked a product that I encourage all young skaters to get when they first start skating or longboarding. I’ve seen the dangers of riding/skating without safety gear first hand. Always skate safe, wear a helmet!

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Seeking ultimate thrills

Sliding on gnarly slopes?
Riding down steep hills?
Seeking ultimate thrills?
Live to skate
Don’t tempt fate
Wear Predator helmets!

©Faridah Masniari 2014