Here's a piece from Miran Ng, in case you need some inspiration for the upcoming Hit Refresh Poetry Slam on Jan 25 at Blu Jaz Cafe.
It's January of 2018,
And we are here again.
This quiet corner of Singapore
This island of misfit toys and broken things,
Where everybody knows your name.
So tell me friends, what resolutions made
Will you eventually break?
Have you stopped drinking, hit the gym,
called friends and family more?
No? Well come now friend, hear my tale
And see if that inspires some
New actions on your part
This year I told myself I would break free
Of my boring old mould.
All my life I've listened to my gut
Both literally and metaphorically
But this has gotten me nowhere.
My intuition's pretty good,
My gut's quite solid too.
But it has always been
Kiasu and kiasee too.
Conservatism has long held firm,
Playing safe, my middle name.
But last year end, I told myself,
Next time think twice my friend.
When your heart says no way no how,
Stop right there and say yolo.
This February sees me flying off
To Phuket for a bender
Something I would not think to do
So this time I said yolo
when else would be so opportune,
As when I'm still flying solo?
By this time, i will have tried
To start a martial art.
I thought it might just be a dream
To never realise,
But this year I held strong and true
To my resolution new.
So far I've still held up my end,
Of fortnightly writing,
My second resolution still
On track and going strong!
Now back to you, my silent friends
You dear poets hushed,
come then, on down to the Blu Jaz,
To slam your poetry
On The last Thursday of the month,
The twenty-fifth, of January.
Miran Ng,
Slam Crew
It's January of 2018,
And we are here again.
This quiet corner of Singapore
This island of misfit toys and broken things,
Where everybody knows your name.
So tell me friends, what resolutions made
Will you eventually break?
Have you stopped drinking, hit the gym,
called friends and family more?
No? Well come now friend, hear my tale
And see if that inspires some
New actions on your part
This year I told myself I would break free
Of my boring old mould.
All my life I've listened to my gut
Both literally and metaphorically
But this has gotten me nowhere.
My intuition's pretty good,
My gut's quite solid too.
But it has always been
Kiasu and kiasee too.
Conservatism has long held firm,
Playing safe, my middle name.
But last year end, I told myself,
Next time think twice my friend.
When your heart says no way no how,
Stop right there and say yolo.
This February sees me flying off
To Phuket for a bender
Something I would not think to do
So this time I said yolo
when else would be so opportune,
As when I'm still flying solo?
By this time, i will have tried
To start a martial art.
I thought it might just be a dream
To never realise,
But this year I held strong and true
To my resolution new.
So far I've still held up my end,
Of fortnightly writing,
My second resolution still
On track and going strong!
Now back to you, my silent friends
You dear poets hushed,
come then, on down to the Blu Jaz,
To slam your poetry
On The last Thursday of the month,
The twenty-fifth, of January.
Miran Ng,
Slam Crew
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