Posted by Will Ooi | Posted in Writing | Tags: Identities, Poems | Posted on 06-08-2010-05-2008
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Geeks slice pi to 5 trillion decimal places
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We’ve been around since the beginning
Counting in our heads
Seeing patterns plus foundations
Otherwise ignored or misread
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For many the tasks are cumbersome;
Unnecessarily complex
For us, though, the specialty lies
In subtracting what comes next
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But honestly the role isn’t without its cons
And even for us the numbers have their weight
Divided away from even the appearance of normality
We function to prove wrong those who negate
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Posted by Will Ooi | Posted in Favourites, Writing | Tags: Identities, Poems | Posted on 02-12-2009-05-2008
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It hits me only now that this image I’ve had of my mother, all this time
Has long been affectionately biased by the rosy tint of these youthful eyes
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I am now at an age, corresponding closely to that time when she had me
Faced with a similar prospect of our lives changing ever irreversibly
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I’ve known her only as my mum, an enriching role model for an only son
It makes me wonder how she was as a young woman and how we would have gotten on
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Adulthood is thrust upon us so soon, often catching us unawares:
Not fully ready to undergo that morph into a generation of greying hair
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Posted by Will Ooi | Posted in Writing | Tags: Identities, Poems | Posted on 21-10-2009-05-2008
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It’s the fear of seeing my old self
Complete with old ways, thoughts and habits
Taking over my consciousness and current existence of being
Causing me to resort, too easily, to a familiar self-destruction
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This demon sees straight through my soul
Picking out casually like grapes my deepest and darkest fears
Exposing my weaknesses to me, displaying them with pride
Showing me the quickest and easiest solutions to all that I deny
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I no longer see myself through my own eyes
But rather through those old ones back from some youthful place
The choices I have are those available to that lost and frightened child
An offered hand of love concealing an irreparably damaging knife… Read More
Posted by Will Ooi | Posted in Favourites, Writing | Tags: Identities, Poems | Posted on 28-09-2009-05-2008
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Business Booming For Rent-a-Friend Agencies
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I am a best man, an old friend, even a husband
For those who need that special someone
I never judge their motives nor their reasons
I am happy to put on that predefined face
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For friendship isn’t just a case of reciprocity
Neither is it a process of bartering
It’s a sense of security that you feel when it’s there
A loss all too revealing of oneself when not
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Family then is a different thing altogether
A knowledge of a comfortable home and a formal awkwardness
Where things that need to be said often never are
A festering buildup… Read More