Loke Kok yee
Loke Kok yee Poems
|164.||Sitting On A Hillside||6/15/2016|
|165.||Let Death Come And Set Me Free-Kampuchea||5/16/2016|
|169.||Should Poetry Rhyme?||5/21/2017|
|172.||English-Humor? Or Humour?||5/17/2017|
|173.||Not The Best Of Nights||6/21/2016|
|174.||Class Of Sixty Four- Reunion||9/2/2015|
|175.||The Wooden Horse Came Twice||7/12/2016|
|177.||Refugee-The One Left Behind||5/21/2016|
|178.||By A Brook||9/14/2015|
|182.||Perspective From A Worm||10/8/2015|
|183.||Blackbeard Wrote A Poem||5/26/2017|
|186.||To Valsa George And Akhtar Jawad||9/22/2015|
To Valsa George And Akhtar Jawad
There is great truth in the saying that great minds think alike.
And it's seen in your lovely poems which is much to my delight.
Your eyes can clearly perceive what others find hard to see,
Simple lines from creative minds, I think that must be the key.
Your poetry is an inspiration to the rest who are less blessed,
Providing them the guidance for flaws that need to be addressed.
When I'm covered with goose pimples or a tear falls from my eye,
It came from reading your poetry a fact which I cannot deny.
There must be many writer who are just as ...
The Fighter Pilot
A fighter pilot’s life it has been said is really second to none.
But ask the guy sitting on the hot seat and he’ll say it’s not much fun.
Every time he goes to fly, his aircraft is always parked at the far end.
Humping a chute, that’s half his weight and the steps yet to ascend.
Long before the engine starts, he’ll be wet and drenched with sweat,
An hour strapped in his little cockpit, going through his pre-start checks.