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The Missing Link

Everybody should write a poem, or doodle a sketch. Everyday or once in a while. But regular is better. When we were small, the first thing we do was not to write, but to draw. We remember songs, and poetry - not the statistics of war. We were happy with crayons, and pencils and white walls. But when we grow up we were told they won't bring us money to happiness, and to be doctors and engineers instead. Or teachers or department heads. And maths became important, together with science, and biology and grades, and exams and failures – no one is going to tolerate. The future is bleak with a crayon and watercolours, but is made of calculators and set squares and rulers and norms. Technology is important, so we ditch pencils and papers and became friendly with the mouse, and lcd screens and dvds and tvs and modems and engines and vending machines. Where have we been? So far we've seen. It is sad that only kids get to receive crayons and papers, and magic markers an...

An Idea Is

A book full of ideas! © Latfy A Latif Ideas began with a simple thought They float and stir  and shake off those that are not It will glow and grow until you can't ignore it And keep coming back like the first time you saw it It can disturb a sleep Or threaten with a sweep And leave you uneasy In quiet times or when you're damn busy! But a voice told me to open the door For ideas to enter, they knew no floor Grab them by the tail Tie them down like they're in jail Let them speak to you and listen like a glue And jot them in a your ideas book And let them fly again to others they spook! 5 August 2013

A friend is

(A poem for my son) A good friend is a person Who never pushes you around He likes it when you're happy And wondered why you're sad He shares his thoughts Even if you don't like it Because he wants you to know That even a friendly sun melts the snow He's there on your climb And never leaves when you fall A friend is ever so kind Even if you're short and he's always as tall. 5 August 2013

What Makes a Little Boy

A boy and five petals © Latfy A Latif Five petals make a flower Rainy nights mornings start slower A little boy wakes up it didn't take a while For him to giggle and began with a smile Mornings are short and days are long Longer than essays but shorter than a song Flowers smell nice melodies that follow Reminds me of everything bright and yellow I'll always love mornings and rain that mingles A nice sweet song and little boy's giggles. 1 Aug 2013

Cloud I count thee

I sat on the ground © Latfy A Latif I sat on the ground And start to look around I saw clouds above me One two three There are more than i could see They float and move slowly How i wish i could  Follow the cloud i would And find out how far I could walk and wonder And sit and look up Again and again i will ponder Of the clouds above me One two and three

Never be Sad

Doodling is Fun - says Mr Pumpkin! © Latfy A Latif

A Doodle is

A Doodle is © Latfy A Latif

Keep Walking

Keep Walking © Latfy A Latif

Flower in the Sky

Flower in the Sky © Latfy A Latif

Rain

Rain © Latfy A Latif

Summaries

Summaries © Latfy A Latif

Things that bugged me

Things that bugged me © Latfy A Latif

Forever on the run!

Forever on the run! © Latfy A Latif

The Frog and the Chick

The frog and the chick © Latfy A Latif

Begitulah Agaknya

Semasa saya berumur 10 atau 11 tahun (sekolah rendah) saya sudah menghasilkan beberapa buku puisi. Syok sendiri. Benar, dalam bentuk buku kecil bergaris yang saya beli dari kedai alat tulis di Kota Bharu. Kalau tidak silap ingatan saya, ada dua buah yang saya hasilkan.  "Puisi adalah reaksi  kepada sesuatu pengalaman  yang menusuk."  - A Samad Said (dipetik dari buku Sketsa dan Puisi 1969-1989 Bunga-Bunga Bulan Siti Zainon Ismail, terbitan Creative Enterprise). Sangat benar. Semasa kecil jiwa saya mungkin terlalu sensitif dan senang terasa. Kecil hati, merajuk, perasan, marah (dan sekarang semakin teruk!). Perasaan-perasaan ini tersimpan dan membuak lalu terluah dalam bentuk bait-bait sajak dan puisi sedih, suram, atau marah. Mungkin ada juga gembira, ah, saya sudah lupa. (Tetapi sebab kenapa saya marah itu saya masih ingat :-) ). Semasa umur itu saya telah menghafal sebuah sajak Usman Awang. Guru Bahasa Malaysia kami memberi tugasan kepada pelaj...