Tuesday, August 31, 2010
First step to writing Haiku
the first step towards zen is writing haiku. it necesitates one to key in to each and every treasured moments with a three liner. that is whenwe come face to face with the importance of dividing the imagined from the realities. Thisis because only realities - real experiences - can affect people the way haiku does. it is zen encased in words.
Haiku - August Sunset and National Day
august sunset
the breeze just gentle
as your hair
National Day musing
the rainbow too unveils
the beauty of diversity
midnight rain
under the streetlight
a million ballet dancers
The world is a prison if you do not know what to do with your life.
God always likes to give a shocker. He does not play ordinary game. He plays extraordinary game.
the breeze just gentle
as your hair
National Day musing
the rainbow too unveils
the beauty of diversity
midnight rain
under the streetlight
a million ballet dancers
The world is a prison if you do not know what to do with your life.
God always likes to give a shocker. He does not play ordinary game. He plays extraordinary game.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
First step in Zen
the first step towards zen is writing haiku. it necesitates one to key in to each and every treasured moment with a three liner. that is whenwe come face to face with the importance of dividing the imagined from the realities. Thisis because only realities - real experiences - can affect people the way haiku does. it is zen encased in words.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
A Birth
a birth is always painful
like how the universe came into being
a blast strong enough to impregnate
every fertility nerve of earth
a child bursts out innocent tears
when it is shoved into the world
a woman is awakened to a new self
love flows with renewed intensities
in so many spheres; sound, touch, taste,
sights, hope, fear ....
the birth of a soul is also a painful experience
the living faculties close one by one
as every cell takes the cold shoulders
to let the soul loosen itself into the realm
beyond the blast of the big bang
like how the universe came into being
a blast strong enough to impregnate
every fertility nerve of earth
a child bursts out innocent tears
when it is shoved into the world
a woman is awakened to a new self
love flows with renewed intensities
in so many spheres; sound, touch, taste,
sights, hope, fear ....
the birth of a soul is also a painful experience
the living faculties close one by one
as every cell takes the cold shoulders
to let the soul loosen itself into the realm
beyond the blast of the big bang
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Facebook postings
Poetry like evolution grows new legs and wings over time to take the mind to a different dimension.
John is amazed that some countries can be run like a circus with their people willy nilly playing clown.
Port Klang Scandal
where has all the money
been shipped to?
Colmar Tropicale
i breathe cool tropical air in
a dreamed french town
...
John is amazed that some countries can be run like a circus with their people willy nilly playing clown.
Port Klang Scandal
where has all the money
been shipped to?
Colmar Tropicale
i breathe cool tropical air in
a dreamed french town
...
Thursday, August 19, 2010
How to appreciate me
afar like a flock of birds
because when you come near
they would have flown away
tell you how you should
appreciate me
look from afar
like a birdwatcher
screening their
colourful feathery prizes
in the burstling
privacy of each other's world
the birds joining you
in praising the
wonders of nature
seeking pleasure
the lightness and
gentleness of feathers
without feeling the
trickeries of time
zen bathing in
so many hues
and shapes of green
taking the striking
plumes as an invitation
to the lanes of God
in the search for
the ultimate beauty
the chirpings
as the start of that journey
hypnotising
clear crystals
and mountain spring
a song to the
sanctum of
sacredness
of tranquility
the bird's hop
a child's inquisitive search
for adventures
as they fly in
the sky of
make beliefs
and fantasies
the bird's smooth
and adorable head
filling the soft spot
in our heart of love
their crowns
a salutation to
the hands of God
and yes, just be there
watching things from afar
and be aloof
because if you come too near
the bird would have flown
away with all the feathers
of all my dreams
john tiong chunghoo
because when you come near
they would have flown away
tell you how you should
appreciate me
look from afar
like a birdwatcher
screening their
colourful feathery prizes
in the burstling
privacy of each other's world
the birds joining you
in praising the
wonders of nature
seeking pleasure
the lightness and
gentleness of feathers
without feeling the
trickeries of time
zen bathing in
so many hues
and shapes of green
taking the striking
plumes as an invitation
to the lanes of God
in the search for
the ultimate beauty
the chirpings
as the start of that journey
hypnotising
clear crystals
and mountain spring
a song to the
sanctum of
sacredness
of tranquility
the bird's hop
a child's inquisitive search
for adventures
as they fly in
the sky of
make beliefs
and fantasies
the bird's smooth
and adorable head
filling the soft spot
in our heart of love
their crowns
a salutation to
the hands of God
and yes, just be there
watching things from afar
and be aloof
because if you come too near
the bird would have flown
away with all the feathers
of all my dreams
john tiong chunghoo
Poetry, the blood of my Soul
poetry
the blood
of my soul
Meridith Gray Love
Monday at 11:56pm · Like · 1 person ·
Madeleine Ann Eugenie McMahon You get my "blood" boiling ... .
Tuesday at 3:00am · Like ·
Catrina Heart words running into my veins.....
Tuesday at 4:59am · Like ·
John Potts
poetry
the soul
of my blood
http://www.facebook.com/pages/haiku-crossroads/124507644228482
Tuesday at 10:24am · Like ·
Hasmukh Amathalal 'Poetic thoughts:
“Hi, how do the poetic thoughts emerge in mind”?
I was unable to react and reply to the question of its kind
I had to struggle hard for the answer to find
...
Tuesday at 12:03pm · Like ·
John Potts
POEM THINK
this is poem or the raw
like a flower or a claw
in the night no; dream a day
sometime this is
or, it may
be something else
(a small perfume?)
— jp
http://www.facebook.com/pages/haiku-crossroads/124507644228482
Tuesday at 12:26pm · Like ·
Madeleine Ann Eugenie McMahon ..."the blood of my soul," you express best what the artist KNOWS as TRUTH...thank you friend!!
Tuesday at 7:37pm · Unlike · 1 person ·
John Potts
poetry
the oil
of my hinge
— jp
...
See More
John Potts (or, 'henge? O_O)
Tuesday at 8:24pm · Like ·
Gergana Yaninska ...
poetry
the bliss
of my heart
2 hours ago · Like ·
John Potts
poetry
the other
leg
— jp
http://www.facebook.com/pages/haiku-crossroads/124507644228482
the blood
of my soul
Meridith Gray Love
Monday at 11:56pm · Like · 1 person ·
Madeleine Ann Eugenie McMahon You get my "blood" boiling ... .
Tuesday at 3:00am · Like ·
Catrina Heart words running into my veins.....
Tuesday at 4:59am · Like ·
John Potts
poetry
the soul
of my blood
http://www.facebook.com/pages/haiku-crossroads/124507644228482
Tuesday at 10:24am · Like ·
Hasmukh Amathalal 'Poetic thoughts:
“Hi, how do the poetic thoughts emerge in mind”?
I was unable to react and reply to the question of its kind
I had to struggle hard for the answer to find
...
Tuesday at 12:03pm · Like ·
John Potts
POEM THINK
this is poem or the raw
like a flower or a claw
in the night no; dream a day
sometime this is
or, it may
be something else
(a small perfume?)
— jp
http://www.facebook.com/pages/haiku-crossroads/124507644228482
Tuesday at 12:26pm · Like ·
Madeleine Ann Eugenie McMahon ..."the blood of my soul," you express best what the artist KNOWS as TRUTH...thank you friend!!
Tuesday at 7:37pm · Unlike · 1 person ·
John Potts
poetry
the oil
of my hinge
— jp
...
See More
John Potts (or, 'henge? O_O)
Tuesday at 8:24pm · Like ·
Gergana Yaninska ...
poetry
the bliss
of my heart
2 hours ago · Like ·
John Potts
poetry
the other
leg
— jp
http://www.facebook.com/pages/haiku-crossroads/124507644228482
Visit Malaysia Year Haiku - Colmar Tropicale
Colmar Tropicale
i breathe cool tropical air in
a dreamed french town
Malaysia has a little town modelled after Colmar in Alsace. I was there yesterday and was amazed at the food here, French, Italian and Malaysian. The best part is Colmar Tropicale nestled at about 2,700 feet above sea levels among the hills of the Main Range. It is just about an hour's drive from Kuala Lumpur. Here is Colmar Tropicale.
http://www.berjayahotel.com/berjayahills/index.asp
i breathe cool tropical air in
a dreamed french town
Malaysia has a little town modelled after Colmar in Alsace. I was there yesterday and was amazed at the food here, French, Italian and Malaysian. The best part is Colmar Tropicale nestled at about 2,700 feet above sea levels among the hills of the Main Range. It is just about an hour's drive from Kuala Lumpur. Here is Colmar Tropicale.
http://www.berjayahotel.com/berjayahills/index.asp
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Destroying ego
my ego is some ugly little frogs
some oriental restaurant workers
smash on their floor
before cutting them up
live for the frying pan
my ego is some
loud annoying cockerels
some restaurants slit
before gutting them of all
their vital organs
belly, liver, heart, gizzler,
gall bladder, big and small intestines
to be boiled down into soup
my ego is some vipers
villagers smash with all their might
head, body, and tail
so that they are nothing
but a roll of flowery, leathery
spineless outcast fit only
for the rubbish bin
my ego is some doggie corpse
on the street
offensive and buzzing with
large blue green flies
everybody has nothing to like but
shun and ask to be buried
two metres in the soil
my ego is dark and slippery
like the remains of dinosaurs
burned to drive cars,
factories and industries
a primordial leftover i wish
to use in the right way to
fly me to the silky abode of my dreams
and heaven!!
some oriental restaurant workers
smash on their floor
before cutting them up
live for the frying pan
my ego is some
loud annoying cockerels
some restaurants slit
before gutting them of all
their vital organs
belly, liver, heart, gizzler,
gall bladder, big and small intestines
to be boiled down into soup
my ego is some vipers
villagers smash with all their might
head, body, and tail
so that they are nothing
but a roll of flowery, leathery
spineless outcast fit only
for the rubbish bin
my ego is some doggie corpse
on the street
offensive and buzzing with
large blue green flies
everybody has nothing to like but
shun and ask to be buried
two metres in the soil
my ego is dark and slippery
like the remains of dinosaurs
burned to drive cars,
factories and industries
a primordial leftover i wish
to use in the right way to
fly me to the silky abode of my dreams
and heaven!!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Poem - not here, not anywhere
i am not here,
not there, not anywhere
forgive me
i am torn between words
and their charms
between their essence
and their chameleon arms
a sincerity sometimes
caught between the
drunkenness for beauty
and the realisations of selves
not there, not anywhere
forgive me
i am torn between words
and their charms
between their essence
and their chameleon arms
a sincerity sometimes
caught between the
drunkenness for beauty
and the realisations of selves
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
haiku - lantern festival
lantern festival
the moon too dangles
from my heart
tiger
thick bold strokes of
roaring discipline
love transparent
as the laces he
presentst to her
Ribbons and Laces for Very Pretty Faces (-1904)
By : Edmund Blair Leighton (1853-1922)
Oil on canvas
Private collection
night sky
beauty of dreams lighted up
by stars and angels
In The Night Sky
By : Hans Zatzka (1859-1945)
Oil on canvas, 55.9 x 76.2 cm
Private collection
the moon too dangles
from my heart
tiger
thick bold strokes of
roaring discipline
love transparent
as the laces he
presentst to her
Ribbons and Laces for Very Pretty Faces (-1904)
By : Edmund Blair Leighton (1853-1922)
Oil on canvas
Private collection
night sky
beauty of dreams lighted up
by stars and angels
In The Night Sky
By : Hans Zatzka (1859-1945)
Oil on canvas, 55.9 x 76.2 cm
Private collection
Monday, August 2, 2010
Visit Malaysia Year Haiku - Tasik Kenyir
Tasik Kenyir
malaysia boleh spirit vibrant
as this emerald lake
Had been dormant the last three days because I had been to Tasik Kenyir in Terengganu. Beautiful lake. The water is emerald in colour and there are many waterfalls, caves and even a herbal island where you would find 200 over herbs grown for tourists.
malaysia boleh spirit vibrant
as this emerald lake
Had been dormant the last three days because I had been to Tasik Kenyir in Terengganu. Beautiful lake. The water is emerald in colour and there are many waterfalls, caves and even a herbal island where you would find 200 over herbs grown for tourists.
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