The Bell of Peace and Other Poems

Bleeding Heart Flowers Blossom in Ing’s Backyard Garden 







The Bell of Peace 

This gives me peace 

When I see flowers blossom 

I feel happy 

When I see pink blossoms come 

I feel free 

As the leaves flow freely in the wind 

Nature gives pleasure 

When human grow 

We grow with nature 

As harmony rings 

The bell of peace and happiness 

That keeps us alive and well 

Let us ring more loudly 

For peace will be everywhere in the world 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Monday, April 9, 2012, 2:20 AM 

My First Flowers, Daffodils 

Under the rose trees

On my little plot of land

I planted daffodils

Today, Wednesday, March 14, 2012

As I glanced out the kitchen window

I saw the daffodil flowers

Their pure white petals branching out

Around the bright yellow at their centers 

Come to visit me!

Daffodils with open smiling faces 

Thank you my loves!

You come very early this year to visit me

Let me enjoy you

 While you awaken to greet the early spring 

At this moment of bliss

My heart fills with happiness and peace

Knowing that this is the moment

I have hope for nature 

As we create and cultivate

 Our daffodils will greet us

Every year in early spring 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Wednesday, March 14, 2012, 5:20 PM

My Winter Jasmine



 Evening breeze with beautiful fragrance

Mother, father, laughs

When we gather after dinner

Relaxing after the blaze of sun calms down

Greening bush of the white flowers near by

Laughing with us from the fragrance

That cannot be denied

Oh my Jasmine!

Remembering and longing

For the past of homeland


Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Saturday, December 17, 2011, 11:45 AM

 My Winter Jasmine 2 

Smelling the beautiful fragrance

That I long for

Far away I know who you are

Your delicate white body

Fresh and dainty

Reminds me of a little wooden house in Thailand

The fragrance gives me peace and happiness

Finding that even with chilled weather outside

I still find you

You are my favorite of all the others

Forgive me for my prejudice

Here you are my lovely Winter Jasmine

Bringing back the past of homeland

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Friday, December 16, 2011, 7:27 PM

  Yesterday I was passing by the plants that I brought inside our apartment to run away from the cold chill weather of winter outside.  I put avocado, hibiscus, Thai citrus, grapefruit plants close together and two jasmine plants on the outside around the others, because the jasmine plant is a shorter bushy plant.  In general the jasmine plants will give out flowers in the hot summer time as a topical plant that grow quite well inThailand.  I smelled a beautiful fragrance that came from the plants area.  To my surprise I stopped by and tried to find the flower.  I know this smell very well since I was young in my homeland,Thailand.  One white flower standing tall alone from the others giving a fragrance that no one will ever pass by.  I showed John the flower as he could not resist putting his Welsh nose right on the petite, delicate white flower. The aroma of it will surpass all the other lovely flowers.  I noticed that there are more than fifty little ones that will blossom by the time of the holiday season.  I consider my self very lucky to have my Winter Jasmine.

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Saturday, December 17, 2011, 

                          Family Love 

Soft wind touches the coconut, mango, papaya, and others branches

Swinging back and forth just like someone fanning our evening garden

As the strong hot sun from afternoon heat gradually cools

It is the best time for our family to be together after dinner

Sitting outside on the landing by the garden

Where father planted a group of jasmine plants

Cool breeze in the evening after sun set

Creates the steam of jasmine fragrance in our direction

Our little family with father, mother and children

Sit close together, telling each other stories

We become the center of universe

That others would envy hearing

Laughing and talking of this little group of creatures on earth

We would wait for the moon to rise

Until the bright full moon appeared in the deep dark blue sky

Suddenly the laughing and talking disappeared

Leaving the sound of crickets singing and the frogs croaking

In the rhythmic harmony of nature

We all sat tightly close to each other

Listening to our father telling us a story

Before we would retire to bed

Mother went back inside the house

She came back with a delicious Thai desert for us

A taste that no one can compete with

She used the jasmine syrup to prepare the desert

The aroma of jasmine syrup mixed with coconut cream

Fresh from our coconut tree

The diced fresh fruits with

Crushed ice on top that cools our souls

Mother loves with her wit and hands

Creating a heaven on earth for five little girls

Begging for more we all wait

Sometimes we even love mother’s desert more than father’s story

On the day that the moon leaves us

The deep dark blue sky fills with sparking little stars

The night becomes darker

With the sound of our dog howling

Making us chilled to the spine

Five little girls sit even closer together

Father teases us with ghost and Dracula stories

We hug each other bound tightly

The bond of our love so great

The fear from the outside world disappears

Father, mother laugh to see us chilled

They are embracing us from the fear

It forms a circle of love

Of the lives well lived 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Saturday, December 18, 2011, 11:06 PM


 Happy New Year

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven, eight, nine!!!!!

Nine jasmine flowers!!!!!

Perfuming my room

One jasmine gives a small soft fragrance

Two, three and four blossom at the same time

The fragrance fills my heart

But when nine blossoms come

It is just like a bursting flame

Of firework on the New Year

Let the human race bloom

With peace and happiness

At the same time

Forget all the trouble and hatred

Spread kindness and love for all

As the year ends greet

The New Year with the fragrance of jasmine

Let us blossom into a New Human Race

That nature wants us to be


Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Thursday, December 22, 2011, 9:48 PM





Wise Old Men and Women of Africa

Please tell me where you are

Your children are troubled

Your women are raped by soldiers and others

Children become soldiers

And teach to kill and rape so young

Where are you

Wise men and women of Africa?


Your children fight each other so much

No one is left to tend the garden

No food, no home, no hope

They are silly

They are immature

Come wise men and women of Africa

Teach your children

If you care


Your children need you

And the world needs you too


Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Friday, December 23, 2011, 11:42 PM

 Ing’s Plants and Sculptures  

Ing’s plants, sculptures and Gandhi, Man of Peace and His Words artwork, also at the far right John’s black and white artwork and his tall, large, black sculpture.



My plants standing tall with my sculptures

Speak to themselves

About their own appearance

One is Workers of the World

One is Protect the Forest

Others are Protect the Whales and Sea,

Rich and Poor Within and Without,

Over Population

 And a lot more

But the one that is close to my heart is

Peace Sculpture

I ask people

“What does Peace mean to you?”

Let my sculptures ring out loud

Among my jasmine, avocado,

Mango, geranium and pineapple plants

To wake myself and others

To be concerned about the outside world not only our own

As we glance at this symbol of what our world can become


Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Friday, December 2, 2011, 4:46 A.M.

 Good Night My Love 

Winter now, winter now,

Rain drops on the leaves

Frozen into drops of crystal

My tear of pearls

Appear on delicate leaves

Time to sleep now

As the leaves turn brown

Good night my love

I will see you

In the morning of spring

Good night my love

Have long sweet dreams 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Sunday, December 04, 2011, 12:51 P.M.  

Mother Lullaby 

Good night my love

Till the sun rolls on

Up in the sky as bright as you

Let the sun shower you

With magic rays

Make you healthy and strong

Come get vitamin D

That nature offers

So have sweet dreams my child

Wake up when the sun rolls by 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Sunday, December 04, 2011, 1:04 P.M.  


 Creation Nation Art and Peace Parade 

Creation Nation with blue sky

Art that on the line for marching

Peace with all humanity comes together

As a parade of a bright blue sky

For Newark to shine

When we are in Creation Nation Art and Peace Parade


On Sunday, October 23rd, 2011 there was a special parade in down town Newark,New Jersey called, Creation Nation Art and Peace Parade.  It was part of the Barat Foundation Youth Initiative that brought schools, artists and residents of Newark and other cities in New Jersey together with their unique and creative artworks to beautify the day with the goal of Peace and harmony for all.  

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts  Thursday, December 01, 2011, 12:59 A.M. 

Casting a Shadow for History 

A cameraman casts his shadow on the ground

With two hands holding his machine

That will cast shadows in history

His eyes aim at objects

Composing pictures for the future

That will last forever

But his shadow will no longer be there 

Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts  Thursday, December 01, 2011, 2:05 A.M.

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