quiet night
a genius artist's trailblazing
strokes
quiet night
the heavens swirl
in the birth of a star
a country quietly sleeps
while the heavens swirl
in the birth of a star
silence pierces the sky
as the heavens swirl
in the birth of a star
Starry Night
Van Gogh's talent sweeps away
the stars
a country sleeps
through one artist's
starry dream
Starry Night
a genius trailblazes
through the sky
by john tiong chunghoo
Saturday, June 20, 2009
the master
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amid the humdrum of the living cells
a spirit meditates with the pristine aura of a lotus
while another stands by with such a nonchalance
i am left with awe as to who he is;
the devil himself or just another, another spirit
i first saw only his shoulders in a forest
i thought only i have the carte blanche to roam
a forest swarmed with the flowers of my love,
the power of my scents and the echoes of my dreams
I commend the the spirit that sits all day
rain or shine, meditating the quietness of
the interlocking cogs of clocks that so gently
unleash its power it has the world by every inch of its breath
i thought the spirit to be the ultimate meditator
to learn from until i saw the nonchalant one reveals
himself, and leads us in his all encompassing
heart soul and mind do; he is so grand we are
drawn to the overwhelming peace of his very heart
i soon learn that one day i too would
sit in a frame meditating on the working of
a body mind and soul with the same spirit
looking over us with a nonchalance you would
never know he is the real master of us all
john tiong chunghoo
----------
amid the humdrum of the living cells
a spirit meditates with the pristine aura of a lotus
while another stands by with such a nonchalance
i am left with awe as to who he is;
the devil himself or just another, another spirit
i first saw only his shoulders in a forest
i thought only i have the carte blanche to roam
a forest swarmed with the flowers of my love,
the power of my scents and the echoes of my dreams
I commend the the spirit that sits all day
rain or shine, meditating the quietness of
the interlocking cogs of clocks that so gently
unleash its power it has the world by every inch of its breath
i thought the spirit to be the ultimate meditator
to learn from until i saw the nonchalant one reveals
himself, and leads us in his all encompassing
heart soul and mind do; he is so grand we are
drawn to the overwhelming peace of his very heart
i soon learn that one day i too would
sit in a frame meditating on the working of
a body mind and soul with the same spirit
looking over us with a nonchalance you would
never know he is the real master of us all
john tiong chunghoo
Saturday, June 6, 2009
A Celestial Stage
A grandiose theatre stage our universe
The sky its backdrop,
The twinkling stars, its white angels
The Moon its alluring princess
And the Sun its master of ceremony
Honouring everything with a name
Giving each created a character and form
Pampering the windows of our souls
The lightnings and thunders
Are the drums and strobelights
Punctuating the climaxes and suspense
Of these celestial histronics
Raging through our heavens
And the cumulous clouds the scene parters
The gentle winds are to show directions
And the rains a bonus to calm
The audience's nerves and boost fertility
To beget flowers, greenery and everything lovable!
These COMMENTS are culled from the poetry site Poemhunter.com where it was first posted:
Ben Gieske (8/26/2008 7:46:00 AM)
Full of active and imaginative images feeding the senses and imagination. I like the ideas you create; ex., “the rains a bonus to calm” (very soothing) , and “Honouring everything with a name” (a great idea) .
Fred Babbin (8/23/2008 11:09:00 AM)
Not my way of writing, but it's well done. I like it.
Penny Hemans (11/5/2007 3:55:00 AM)
the contrast between our planet and the universe is superb john.. opens out a whole plethora of thoughts... xxxPenny
Cheryl Moyer (7/20/2007 10:55:00 AM)
john - You paint a gorgeuos world indeed! I wish I could hang it on my wall like a Picasso! Check out my 'Birth bangs' sometime and see if you like it.
thanks for this - Cheryl
Robert Howard (1/26/2007 9:13:00 AM)
A lovely and gracious poem and a powerful affirmation of life. I love the driving metaphor of the universe as the greatest of all performances. It flows like beautiful music.
nn mn (6/16/2006 2:04:00 PM)
Nicely woven - good optics.
Duncan Wyllie (4/14/2006 10:01:00 AM)
Lovely imagery, colourful languge, thankyou for sharing your art, Love Duncan
Elya Thorn (1/2/2006 10:56:00 AM)
Amazing imagery, 'Celestial stage' I never heard this word combiantion but now.... A very very good poem!
Gina PrettyBrownEyes (12/20/2005 3:50:00 PM)
i love your descriptions and i like the idea of this poem. it was interesting
Chionh Zhe Wen (12/18/2005 7:19:00 AM)
Very beautiful poem, I love it a lot
The sky its backdrop,
The twinkling stars, its white angels
The Moon its alluring princess
And the Sun its master of ceremony
Honouring everything with a name
Giving each created a character and form
Pampering the windows of our souls
The lightnings and thunders
Are the drums and strobelights
Punctuating the climaxes and suspense
Of these celestial histronics
Raging through our heavens
And the cumulous clouds the scene parters
The gentle winds are to show directions
And the rains a bonus to calm
The audience's nerves and boost fertility
To beget flowers, greenery and everything lovable!
These COMMENTS are culled from the poetry site Poemhunter.com where it was first posted:
Ben Gieske (8/26/2008 7:46:00 AM)
Full of active and imaginative images feeding the senses and imagination. I like the ideas you create; ex., “the rains a bonus to calm” (very soothing) , and “Honouring everything with a name” (a great idea) .
Fred Babbin (8/23/2008 11:09:00 AM)
Not my way of writing, but it's well done. I like it.
Penny Hemans (11/5/2007 3:55:00 AM)
the contrast between our planet and the universe is superb john.. opens out a whole plethora of thoughts... xxxPenny
Cheryl Moyer (7/20/2007 10:55:00 AM)
john - You paint a gorgeuos world indeed! I wish I could hang it on my wall like a Picasso! Check out my 'Birth bangs' sometime and see if you like it.
thanks for this - Cheryl
Robert Howard (1/26/2007 9:13:00 AM)
A lovely and gracious poem and a powerful affirmation of life. I love the driving metaphor of the universe as the greatest of all performances. It flows like beautiful music.
nn mn (6/16/2006 2:04:00 PM)
Nicely woven - good optics.
Duncan Wyllie (4/14/2006 10:01:00 AM)
Lovely imagery, colourful languge, thankyou for sharing your art, Love Duncan
Elya Thorn (1/2/2006 10:56:00 AM)
Amazing imagery, 'Celestial stage' I never heard this word combiantion but now.... A very very good poem!
Gina PrettyBrownEyes (12/20/2005 3:50:00 PM)
i love your descriptions and i like the idea of this poem. it was interesting
Chionh Zhe Wen (12/18/2005 7:19:00 AM)
Very beautiful poem, I love it a lot
Friday, June 5, 2009
Rose & Lotus
what does the rose tell
the lotus when they meet?
lovely, i wish to be able
to spring up over the water
to catch nature's majestic
moment with a serene ballet pose
on a green green lush platform
what does the lotus tell
the rose when they meet?
lovely, every of your inch
exudes class, gracious
gratitude folded one over
the other i would bring you
to every of my friends to
show my warmest regards
to their care and concern
what is your greatest joy?
Rose asks in return
Lotus says it is in the
heavens that bless her
with an immaculate shroud
so that she could stand tall
at every occasion especially
in the temple where she
is offered to the gods and goddesses
What about yours?
Rose says it is when a pair
of lovers keep her warm
between their bosom as they
hold on to each other to say 'I love You'
she says she could have
written each of those luscious
lustrious words on her every fold
Your regrets? Rose says it is
in the single thorn she has to
live with - being used like a
tool - to show love
some of which never really lasts
Yours? The Lotus laughs
and sighs - 'You know
it is in the nights when
all you have are frogs
to serenade you their love songs.'
the lotus when they meet?
lovely, i wish to be able
to spring up over the water
to catch nature's majestic
moment with a serene ballet pose
on a green green lush platform
what does the lotus tell
the rose when they meet?
lovely, every of your inch
exudes class, gracious
gratitude folded one over
the other i would bring you
to every of my friends to
show my warmest regards
to their care and concern
what is your greatest joy?
Rose asks in return
Lotus says it is in the
heavens that bless her
with an immaculate shroud
so that she could stand tall
at every occasion especially
in the temple where she
is offered to the gods and goddesses
What about yours?
Rose says it is when a pair
of lovers keep her warm
between their bosom as they
hold on to each other to say 'I love You'
she says she could have
written each of those luscious
lustrious words on her every fold
Your regrets? Rose says it is
in the single thorn she has to
live with - being used like a
tool - to show love
some of which never really lasts
Yours? The Lotus laughs
and sighs - 'You know
it is in the nights when
all you have are frogs
to serenade you their love songs.'
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