autumn
a nostalgia
painted in scarlet
first day of spring
a song in the the breeze
i would love to sing
full moon
a mice runs across
the owl's eyes
daylight murder
in the city park a parasite
strangling the host tree
missing his key again
the door
comes down
waxing moon
she drives 20 km to get
her cheongsam made
hachiko photo shot
leaving a space between us
for the world's best friend
art exhibition
a heart blossoms from
one genre to the other
on the misty glass
his 'love'
overflows
new tight blossoms
an old woman readies herself
for a walk
death anniversary
cries of migratory birds
fill the sky
extinct - - one less
for the world to
evolve
this sea - i am
swept along by both
a sadness and joy
Little India Brickfields
a light breaks through
veil of ignorance
spring in full bloom
my heart
fluttering in the breeze
old cemetery
my hair on ends
between the lallang
kitchen window
the neighbour's child is now
a young woman
that first fight
still there the dent
on the garage door
'Sometimes, when we talk to our pets, we like to take it that their intelligence is at our level so as to be really close with them. that too is God's prediposition when he communicates with us.'
storm in
an old teacup -
the pope's resignation
so many ways to cook
he holding on
to her waist
she tells us how
slim she was
elizabeth's closet
garage sales
he asks for matches to light
an old pipe
out of the closet
now in his bag eyeliners
mascaras and lipsticks
the futon stored away
a low table and some plates
there - our dining room
our living room
the Last Supper
never ends
giving my first bath
the doggie and me
all wet
living room solitude
the crashing water of
the silent waterfall
van gogh's bedroom
on the wall
right over my bed
london -
missing you for
so many years
our laughter - his eyes
the shape of
his staple
sri lankan sapphire
straining the eyes to learn
the different prices of blue
waving at me
last week's green strawman
now brown/ tanned
Sibu Townsquare
we walk through the good
the bad and the ugly
late autumn
the woman caught between
a range of red lipsticks
full moon chant
the glow of saffron
and the moon
old harbour
on the broken piers
anglers and lovers
borneo hometown walk
a haiku poet finds
his dream
dusk at the river
on the tree tops
dance of cranes
glacier - - gliding
a dancer
to her dream
glacier - her ambition
twirling
on her feet
that little flower
all on its own
evening breeze
new year eve firecrackers
swallows' frenzied chirps
fill the sky
chinese new year
the emptiness
of time
malaysian election
at a loss when
the rain is coming
telling him each grain
is the farmer's sweat
he sweeps clean his rice'
new veggie patch
he asks wife what
they should be planting
they know where
they are flying to
- the cranes
escaping spices
a spate of sneezes
in the room
flickering screen
her wish that the infertility is
not her eggs
clawing with her beak
the egg to her warmth
mother hen
chinese all souls' day
at her final resting place
a bowl of hot pasta
'Aonang transvestite cabaret show
not an inch on them
male — in Krabi, Thailand
phi phi alleyway
above her bouncing round bum
full moon party
spoilt for choice
we scratch our head whether
to do Chikcen Island
Mount Fuji photo shoot
we wait for the cloud
to unveil the peak
ganges cruise
the boys climb over
to sell us...ganges water
chennai international airport
there in the hallway to
greet me too - ganeshan
colombo international airport
sitting and waiting for us
the Buddha
Stunning and beautiful anthology of haiku! So multi-faceted, truly haiku on a marathon. To truly enjoy haiku, it is best to sip hot steaming coffee or Pu' Erh tea or sit on a swing and look through the haiku, contemplating and appreciating! Great haiku, John tiong!
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John, you are a master of the haiku. Each one was an exquisite gem. Such a kaliedoscope of emotions you evoked. All thought provoking. Some had me laugh out loud, some had me tearful, all brilliantly constructed. I bow to your pen. A well deserved 10