Figments Volume 13 - That's Hot
Singapore Polytechnic
500 Dover Road Singapore 139651
T:6772 1170 F: 6772 1955 E:lc@sp.edu.sg
| Figments Volume 13 - That's Hot |
Department of Language and Communication Singapore Polytechnic 500 Dover Road Singapore 139651 T:6772 1170 F: 6772 1955 E:lc@sp.edu.sg |
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Polytechnic - Poems Trembling was I In fear and distress. To run or to hide? My mind was a mess. The nimbus hovered over her. I knew my hopes were lost. I should start running Or die from her cause.
I knew she was here to help But must it come at a price? My family, my friends – Was it their demise?
She spat and regurgitated Swallowed and groaned. She lashed out mercilessly Like a woman scorned.
Ignited, engulfed And even exploded. Nothing shown mercy. Even air combusted.
Her rage was a divine decree – It had to be. It was for the greater good. It better be…
Days went by. I was still alone. I dared not leave My shelter, my home.
I gathered strength Since the trembling had dissipated. Her wrath was unimaginable; I stood there flabbergasted.
It was weird that I shivered Considering I was in hell. She finally erupted. I bade everyone farewell.
Mubaraq Bin Azhar 2ND PRIZE An Ipoh Hor Fun stall Ubiquitous, yet unknown. A secret of the native dwelling, I found it that day.
Noodles of silken consistency Smooth slivers of warm delight Down the throat Down the gullet And the taste – always right.
But wait – something is missing!
Yes, lace it with chilli and lots of pepper. Add some and then some more The more the better Let the sweat trickle Let the nose water.
Pack in the chicken, soft and tender Add beansprouts, crunchy and thick. With spoon in hand – everyone dig in! This place is the best of the pick.
Tables laden with empty bowls Rotund bellies get up and go But they’ll be back without a doubt. The devotees know Mortal Nirvana’s whereabouts. Mabel Leong Mei Poh Sizzling pan, shimmering bubbles. Dipped in flour and dumped in oil. Unblinking eyes bereft of hope, A horrendous death.
Slathered in sauce, poked with chopsticks. Helplessness reflected in tearless eyes. Limp and lifeless, the antithesis of control. An ignoble end.
Crispy skin, golden scales. A prod on the left, a nudge on the right. Pearly flesh revealed its white surrender – To its murderers’ delight. Choo Yingyi A deeper shade of irritation A harder furrowing of the brows That result in further agitation And speech slowly slurring into growls.
Like fuses in a bulb, Some are shorter than the rest – Temper sometimes goad you to mash someone into pulp Or most times churn in the stomach like food that fails to digest.
Anger, an emotion unpalatable. The aftertaste that lingers Like nail polish refusing to be removed Or the smell of capsicum on one’s fingers. Lim Xiu Ru CONSOLATION PRIZE We are the Eskimos from Siberia. It’s always cold and freezing over hee-ar. A bonfire is like an angel’s kiss. A volcano? Oh my! What bliss! A nuclear reactor is my perfect gift. I asked my mother and she wouldn’t believe That there is such thing as 1000 degrees And that it’s warmer than a dozen manatees!
Last night I dreamt that I was in hell. Fire? Heat? Doesn’t it ring a bell? Of course to me it was like heaven Since I’ve been living and freezing in my icy cavern! Badron Bin Adnan CONSOLATION PRIZE The air we breathe stinks of oppression… We’re here to fight for freedom… To win the rights that our dictators deny And remove this plaque consumes even the night sky… The bombs keep dropping… The enemies come streaming… Our brothers continue fighting… Even though one by one they die…
Looking back, it’s sad to think… How the world turned its back on us… Just one vote and our aid was cut short… And we’re left alone, to fend for ourselves…
The world is playing with us… Corrupted leaders and their political agendas… Corporate backers and their money-making schemes… And their propaganda cloud minds… Oh please make all these stop… This is our last stand… Now it’s just do… …or DIE.
We brothers, pick up our arms… Rush to the frontlines… Screaming battle cries… “Give them NO mercy!!” we roar as one… We’ll never give in… Pushing the enemy back… We trade gunfire… Explosions erupt every where… Tearing this town apart…
The reporters flood in… Reporting from a distance… Drawn in like vultures… They have no hidden agenda… just doing their job like the carrion birds … Staying neutral, awaiting their story…
Emmanuel tumbles to the ground… Clutching the air vainly… Breathing his last… He fought a good fight… Never letting ground… Now it’s our turn, to avenge him tonight… Guns a-blazing, we fight back hard… Our brothers keep falling, under heavy fire… But, the enemies are fleeing from where we now stand… It seems that their retribution is truly at hand…
“We’re winning!” A fellow brother gloats… Just before he is blown up to bits… Our enemies are not the fools we thought them to be… They have been planning to put us all out of misery… And all I can do is watch in horror… As the sky rains a fiery death…
It is now that I realize… That all resistance is useless… Just as soon as we’ve started… We’re in disarray… We’re out of supplies… And we’re hopelessly outnumbered… I accept the fact… That we’re all going to die…
In this hot zone… Against this onslaught… Only the ruthless survive… They’re coming for… Us…
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