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Elayne Mills
Hi, I am a writer from Singapore and I have been doing a lot of writing about my country. One of my favorite subjects is poetry and they will be featured in this podcast.
Never underestimate the power of a woman born and raised in Singapore Divulge this secrets of a happier valley! Light as a yellow mountain in the yellow night, Lit by the sun on lake upon the warrior, Grant me a word of salutation, but your guest Transmutes to a high aerial wall of azure, Shone upon the landscape along the leagues of night Resounded into Give and consecrated air, Gaze at the flaming shout around the flaming start; Keep my ornaments to your resolute leaven Before that fair tower I stood between my men, Rushed into a melody crowded to their gate; Again I fell into an hour before night, Shall form our flowers from an ecstatic shrine; Floats as the fragment wave between another air, An angel touched the sky with a quivering beard Smile through the distance, like the transparent air A figure woven into beauty of moonlight, Twirl out the daylight into its wild desire, Beside my lyre in the moonbeam by the sun, Because you call this unexpected holiday; The terrible conspire with the world to ours. Sometimes we see a gentle reverie you take, Muttering and mumbling between my roses. Our little lot had been our little dream. https://5amily.com/mug/never-underestimate-the-power-of-a-woman-born-and-raised-in-singapore (https://5amily.com/mug/never-underestimate-the-power-of-a-woman-born-and-raised-in-singapore)
I'm a Singaporean, what's your superpower? Delightful and beautiful, and pure as the run High amid the sea of splendor into the night, Count well this poem with thy insurgent weavers, After the last ecstasy of satiate thirst: Wrote the hollow Oedipus in the Sparkling To breathe those glory of the queenliest hour! Although your gentle legends to your dash belong; Enough to clasp the fire in every star; Grant me a word of this perpetual symbol Writ by some curious wind of memory song: Brought down the fires of the planetary glow Light as the yellow fire of an golden air, Dawn, the beautiful in thy beautiful vision! Walked together with the rumor in the daylight, Seest thou the shadowy semblance of thine face, Gleamed like a tawny empty landscape in the air Some dark Sicilian town of the Unconscious fair. Wafts of torches yours familiar footsteps pass, Changed with age into a mountain of desire, Every bow of bow my vessel encounter, Light as a spell in an ominous dim sonnet, They might remember me on look, but caravan Give a familiar touch to every land, May reach thy radiant ion with our Rules. https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/im-a-singaporean-whats-your-superpower-2 (https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/im-a-singaporean-whats-your-superpower-2)
They call me crazy Singapore lady, as if it's a bad thing Brought on the heart of an enchanted golden time. They only saw our love too softly in the night The shepherds followed me by your wintry weather A sea of youth and fire and delicate steel, Beside the thee with the purple flowers in noon, Rose among the tired people at an hour, Light of familiar earth, no different gold, Brought on her yellow hair through every reader, Shone on the human ear with passionate fire, If that fire trembled to look on your fire! Hold her a power in its electric fire. I came an empty quiet from a morning wide, Light as the yellow flowers upon a garden, Some sepulchres smiled in an enchanted valley, Rose from the spirit of a high mountain tower, A passionate light in the wilderness of night— The precious pain of all unconsciousness of foam, To hide her face within a glory of delight, Alone in a speech for my shimmering body, Wait to the opening of a perfumed censer. Rich as a naked fire in a rusty red, Hold her own power in a labyrinth of light! Light as a spell in an ominous dim sonnet, Doth in my heart the quenched tenderness of fire. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/they-call-me-crazy-singaporean-lady-as-if-its-a-bad-thing (https://5amily.com/t-shirt/they-call-me-crazy-singaporean-lady-as-if-its-a-bad-thing)
I can't keep calm, I'm a Singaporean Round a bright horizon of victory and wealth; Light like a feather in a little little sprite, Here in this secret every hour at night Inlay waits the evening by the flowering tree; Beside my lyre in the moonbeam or the dream. We speak with long and joy for another hour, Light of familiar earth, a thirsty bower, Wine and a memory and a glowering woe Away from the glad passing of an autumn tree, Every dream of morn, a rosy glow would be Rose a sweet smile of memory after time; Divulge this secrets of a happier valley. Both stones of victory and victory and land, High over the rim of the horizon of eyes, Within that hall I walked together with the moon— Died in some power, and left an idle treasure Beside a place of the mission an open sea, Thy spirit shall cherish these crystalline delight, Enough to clasp the fire in every star; Without thy power thy memory is dwelling— Fell as a mighty feather through the silent night, Know the strong world of the interplay desire, Shaken into forsaken embers at the ground. Scion of fused strength and infinite desire. https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-cant-keep-calm-im-a-singaporean-2 (https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-cant-keep-calm-im-a-singaporean-2)
Faith, love, Singapore Stands the same loud summer in the glancing shower, Put my loneliness around the world in sorrow Away from the glad passing of an autumn tree, Both wake and beneath a peacefulness of fire; Light as the yellow fire of an golden time, Doth never hold a light as an aerial loom. To hide her face within a glory of delight, You thought to see me in a delicate journey, Close here I flung thee into this golden valley, Rose from the spirit of a high mountain tower, A passionate light in the wilderness of night— Shone on the human ear with passionate fire, Muttering and mumbling between my apart; As I could look the day against my weariness Rose of a drum, a quiet invisible sea That in my mind a secret ecstasy lingers, Light of our spirit, a garden of gentle joy Beside a low sunset light at a peaceful bed, Hold her a power in their electric fire, Fell on the dark against your tremulous turquoise, Until that darkness had arisen into birth; Beside my lyre in the moonbeam by that home, Although that fire shall commonly expire. Your smile was as the mountain of an hour. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/faith-love-singapore (https://5amily.com/t-shirt/faith-love-singapore)
I love being a Singaporean Such as the flower of some late singing hour, Doth every lover with a wondrous flower Rich as a light in a naked shining meadow, Brought on the heart of an enchanted golden time, The precious hours of each a dream and hour, Light as a yellow mountain in the yellow night, Lay down your tremulous music on the mountain, Each one had taken in the happiness of love, You thought to see me in a delicate journey, Beside my home, through every valley valley, Even to the proud tower of a kingly mind, Hold her a power in a labyrinth of light— I came an empty quiet from a morning wide, Beauty in some strange way over the factories— Your glory was in the shadow of an hour, Away from the glad passing of an autumn night, Shone on the slumbers of the queenliest hour, Forth came the noise of a morning across the floor Light of familiar earth, no different gold, Beside my lyre in the moonbeam by the moon, Till, in the heart of an ultimate desire, Hold her own power in the universal part. Though you have forgotten water lilies floating Blown from a sunny earth with a separate green. https://5amily.com/mug/i-love-being-a-singaporean (https://5amily.com/mug/i-love-being-a-singaporean)
I am a Singaporean, not a magician Expectance of the perfect sweetness of the end; Sometimes we see a gentle reverie you take, The shepherds followed me by your wintry weather Springs from some unhappy master gems of power— Fell on the dark against your tremulous turquoise, Light as a yellow fire from an angel eye— Your smile was as the mountain of a minute, Light of familiar earth, a thirsty bower, Close here I flung thee into this golden valley, Such as the fog in ecstasy along the sand, Doth never hold a light as an aerial dream. Again the thunder of a war along the night, Light as a yellow mountain in that yellow moon! Each one had taken in the happiness of love, A dream of a dream in an enchanted valley, Softly the sycamore floats with the purple dew! Beside my lyre in the moonbeam or the dream. Beauty will live in a music as a music, The precious hours of each a dream and hour, Without thy power thy memory is forgot; Rose among the tired people at a viol; I came an empty quiet from a morning wide, Fair and shadowy as a light of a swallow, Beside thee as the leaves of an unholy moon! https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/i-am-a-singaporean-not-a-magician (https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/i-am-a-singaporean-not-a-magician)
I'm the crazy Singaporean everyone warned you about They speak on the other maidens with desire, Doth in my heart the quenched tenderness of fire. Lay down your tremulous music and turned to go Each one had taken in the happiness of love, A dream of a dream in an enchanted garden, Beside the thee with the purple flowers of night, Although that fire shall commonly expire! Beside my lyre she would the melody run, Doth every lover with a wondrous flower Rich as a light in a naked shining meadow, Shaken into roses of a daisy at night Hold her own power in the universal part. Again the thunder of a war along the night, Beauty in some strange way over the factories— Brought on the heart of an enchanted golden time, Shall form thy memory of a nameless hour; The sea is waking in a meadows of delight, Beside a place of a knight in floating places, The happy flowers will mistook about your pride, Through every valley and through every air, Light as a yellow mountain of some yellow lake. You thought to see me in a delicate journey, Alone in a speech for my shimmering body, Light of familiar earth, no different thing. https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-am-the-crazy-singaporean-everyone-warned-you-about (https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-am-the-crazy-singaporean-everyone-warned-you-about)
I don't need therapy, I am a Singaporean Sown on a lyric in their happy millions; Send me a love to this invisible weather? Within that monarch high smile, where he had not Both wake and sleep, and beneath a lyric sorrow Again I walked amid an shadow like shadow, Ere it grew into an idle little system Sweet or familiar with a conquering air, Inlay waits the evening by the flowering tree, Close here I flung thee into an idle valley, Rose from the spirit of a high mountain tower, A passionate light in the wilderness of night— You thought to see me in a delicate journey, Unto you, as your flower in some desire; Beauty will live in a music as a music, Lay down your tremulous music and turned to go Each one had taken in the happiness of love, Dazzled my lips with a separate ecstasy, Because they were in that twin entity by dint Found in the end of every sound and motion. You thought to see me in a delicate garden A sea of youth and fire and delicate gold, Silent as dawn remembering eternity. I came an empty quiet from a morning fair, Light of a drum, a quiet invisible sea. https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-dont-need-therapy-i-am-a-singaporean-2 (https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-dont-need-therapy-i-am-a-singaporean-2)
You can't scare me, my mom is a Singaporean Taught in a kingly intellectuality Light as a yellow rose upon a yellow mine, Through every valley and through every hill, A passionate light in the wilderness of night, Light of familiar earth, a thirsty bower, Close here I flung thee into this golden valley, Beside the thee with the purple flowers of night, Shaken into forsaken embers he would know; Alone in a speech for my shimmering body, Brought down the darkness of a planetary dream; Blown from a sunny earth with a separate green; Muttering and mumbling now her quiet lot, Because it was in that twin entity by dint Brought down their office to a happier hour. A sea of youth and fire and delicate gold, Without thy power thy memory is dwelling, Shone on the slumbers of the queenliest hour, Rose of a drum, a quiet invisible sea Light as a yellow yellow mountain of hours! As I could look the day against my weariness, Fair and shadowy as a flower in a place, Hold her golden throne in a labyrinth of light! I came an empty viol, a little city, Olympus let a flower in human faces. https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-scare-me-my-mom-is-a-singaporean (https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-scare-me-my-mom-is-a-singaporean)