Look into those eyes

Look into those eyes!




Hi Jeffry, I only recently stumbled upon your FB page. I confess I was lost for words...you're truly gifted. After viewing all, I was touched by the current wall photo and felt the eyes were communicating with me. I thought I could hear her and what she wants to convey. I felt compelled that I wrote a poetry piece which I will post here. Though you painted for Bougainville, I think this wonderful painting can also represents the youthful PNG nation and all the dreams and hopes we have. See poem below!

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                                                                  Painting and picture by Jeffry Feeger

Look into those eyes

See those eyes; wide open staring at you;

They hold secrets, a thousand secrets

Lying bare on a vast ocean

Look into the gleaming eyes,

Do you see a thousand tales that beckon you?

O go ye, they are fair and life abound

Now do you see a thousand dancers,

Gaily dance in soothing breezes?

Do you hear a thousand songs from

Mountains misty to valleys beautiful,

And over dreaming seas?

Look again; deeply! into those eyes;

Do you see a thousand flames reaching out,

While dancing haphazardly?

And, do you hear a thousand cries, from

Mountains misty to valleys beautiful,

While the winds sweep the shores?

Do you see idle rocks sitting on shores,

And watch as waves in loud collisions crash,

Then echo across valleys until mountains,

And disappear into rain clouds?

Look into those eyes; do you see everything?

Poem by Jeffrey Febi and Picture by Jeffry Feeger

Wings of hope

A dedication to third level airlines in PNG.

Wings of hope

On their gentle wings,
Women and children fly.
And sickman eventually finds
Peace, healing and more.

O how they grace the skies,
And hope they bring to many
A forgotten soul who, under
Cloud cover and thick jungles
Speak of dreams of hope.

And gather in enthusiastic crowds,
With smiles the sun and the moon,
Can only hope for in their brightest.


Then their dreams fly,
Into clouds to sing to others who
Can hear and let their hearts beat.

To a disharmony that pervades
Many a fine land on cruel ridges,
In deep valleys and on lonely islands,
Where the sun and the moon
Mock day and night.

O these birds, sounds of technology
That grace our skies thru thick and thin;
Aren’t they our wings of hope?

I watched on the shore.

I watched as waves rushed, one after

the other to the shore as if to

escape from a prison deep and vast.

Breaking their anger and emptying

their frustrations in loud confusions.

Their frustrations of continuous

imprisonment in this vicious

cycle day and night.

Those who journeyed before, encouraged

by new wind journey again and again

on tired crests and troughs.

To together break their anger and

empty their frustrations.

What manner of respite would redeem

them from this stranglehold of the

ocean so deep and vast.

Not even the calmest of breeze

caressing the ocean's surface nor a

beautiful clear blue sky is appeasing.

To escape from deep and vast ocean

will take forever which none have.

And they continue day and night to

break their anger and empty their

frustrations on the shores where

idle and hardened rocks watch.

Leeches

This is a poem about those who steal from the public purse, go away and squander the money, then return to steal again; not even considering the impacts of their actions. Their are many out there.


Leeches! O leeches!
How they appear so placid;
Such smooth and idle things.

How they lay in wait, then
Spring upon them that wantonly walk,
Then coldly embrace.

Then suck! O they suck!
How they suck the life – the life!
And suck! And suck!

Full! they fade into seeming oblivion,
Then again how they appear innocent.
Such smooth and idle things.

They hear not cries, nor see tears,
But suck! O suck is all they know.

And when cries reach the sky above,
Would they hear and retreat?
These smooth and idles things!

Again they suck! such smooth
And idle things. How they
Appear so placid!

Go!

O go! go! go!
Many Kumuls have gone with
A quiet song and now
Inhabit their solitary where
Silence is dead and
Darkness is imprisoned.

If ye should leave,

Would not the maggots,

Upon you joyously feast?

While twist in dance and
Turn to show their full bellies
Then excrete and piss
Thereupon and continue?

What path different and nobler
Would you take?

By: Jeffrey Febi             26th April, 2011

Guess where I come from

She flirts with the sun
after the shadow.
And he only smirks,
she can't feel love,
so the clouds daily weep.

In her turbulent childhood,
Purari she raised
on a Crater of old, where
gems gleam at night.
And her beloved husband,
with one leg stands guard,
scanning over her curves
With an eye that never shuts.

And in his mighty one hand,
He embraces a daughter.
An evergreen green gold
Whose masses of berries
load grey branches heavy
and colour them optimistic
green, delightful yellow,
then rosy red.

But berries can't fly,
nor walk.
So they sleep,
for the sun's charm is meagre,
until they too
set with the sun.
Never to rise again!

By: Jeffrey Febi          12 Nov 2009

This poem was first published in the National Weekender, then on PNG Attitude (asopa.typepad.com)

What do we see in the faces of our babies?

That which, alone in babies' eyes
Sparkle like the evening star in a
Vacant sky, and dance on lips
Smoother before naked gums.

That which, in their voices
Summon hearts to a sprightly
Dance in their bony graves.

That which, in subtle
Manifestations, our
Inheritances parade that on
High as long white clouds
We fly.

Wherever else would a thing
So pure but in faces of our
Babies be found?

Wonderful! is it not; that in their
Angelic lights selfishly we bask?
O! Heaven such grace bestowed
That we might a bit of it taste.


By: Jeffrey Febi     Thursday, 10 2010