Ode to September

Whenever the 8.00pm news comes over the TV, I would reach out for the Remote -- you know why? I'll change channel whenever some of these negative vibrators come on air.

Negative vibrators are those personalities you know are going to send out bad vibes whenever they open their mouths, spoiling your evening, even the next day..

I'm sorry to report among these vibrators are several members of our esteemed Prime Minister's Cabinet. Some of them think they are God's gift to Malaysians. Some think they are indispensable. Some think the their disciples-members owe them absolute loyalty. Some just don't think.

Today's menu was not that different. One minister talked like using what I would describe as gangsta language. Pak Lah would do well to send these "past shelf life" elements packing -- they are like an albatross around the national CEO's neck. Maybe these elements should be sent to detention class and made to watch the grand finale of Malaysian Idol 2, and learn something about humility in victory from the YoungOnes.

Today is also the last day of SEPTEMBER, one of my favourate months -- the other being May. So this negative introduction was against the grain of what Desi had in mind -- to end this sweeet thirty days on a sweet note.

But always calm will come after a storm. There is great likelihood one will see a rainbow on the horizon after a cool shower, as the sun's rays get caught in the lingering rain drops in the air, giving a magical moment before night falls to envelop Man's falibilities and failures in the dark dungeons of those stricken minds lost in darkness, who pollute, who corrupt everything they sight, everything tey touch, and most dangerous of damned all, everything they grab.

I and many of my EsteemedReaders may wish to be that Friday's Child maybe -- giving and loving, but the earthly forces sometimes -- or it is most times? -- overwhelm.

But Desi'll try, for God will not desert those who try, it's only those who just sit and sigh, they lose the battle even before the fights begin.

So even if dark clouds loom, try to sing a song of lifting.
So even when the leaders clown themselves, laugh at them.
So even when they fail us, we'll do our best and overcome.

Today it's Budget Day.
I'll carefully Budget MY CITIZEN's TRUST.
No ringgit and sen involved.
Just childlike and common sense.
Able to see through Emperors who wear transparent clothes.
Able to catch the stones they fling from glass mansions, for
to aid David's slings when the time is right.

An Ode to September

Cool clean showers
Kiss my body, cool my tongue
Springtime flowers
Greet with generous smiles

Temper man's tempers most vile
Making upright heavy shoulders
That innocent children's eyes can still wonder
At Nature's streaming blooms and misty veil of colours

Descending on creatures big and small
They don't bother if you're short or tall
But if you do not make foul the air
Your two fairy feet would surely dance in pair

Just as I see a September Child
Born to love, give and yet, should sigh
Cos the adults don't respond as a child
With a gifted hand, and a face sweet and mild


Go, go you silly Man
Away, away to your messy Land

Let us be as Nature lets things be for just today
Let me kiss the last strains of September
In the still of the night, we still remember
Mum's like a sublime night's bosom caress may

Find me rested, above those Adult-erated moves
This world of spring showers,I sight
As morn sinks into night
A flight of departing Doves.

These verses close all the sweet September days
All the wine, roses and singing ways.
I wait patiently for the sure cycle of eleven months
Visiting again gifting Spring flowers and wondrous Mays.

(c) YLChong
Midnite September 29, 2005