john tiong chunghoo

Gold Star - 5,147 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

john tiong chunghoo Poems

81. Winter Skin 3/16/2005
82. Omens 3/17/2005
83. Moon 11/3/2005
84. Tanka - Jungle Stream 4/12/2005
85. Haiku - Migratory Birds 4/13/2005
86. How Do I Love Thee? 8/8/2005
87. A Question 6/11/2005
88. A Mirror 8/1/2005
89. Haiku - Light Effects 3/19/2005
90. Tanka - Shiny Rain 7/18/2005
91. Thank God 7/19/2005
92. I Dance With The Gods And Goddesses 3/24/2005
93. What The Chinese Would Say Behind The Japs 4/23/2005
94. A Leaf For Hand In Hand 4/30/2005
95. After The Sea - Ship 4/30/2005
96. Poem About Poetry - The Bird Belting Out A Poem 5/14/2005
97. Face To Face With An Unknown Cat 5/14/2005
98. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours 5/14/2005
99. Tanka: Telephone 3/15/2005
100. Rain 3/9/2005
101. Fallen Into The Other Realm 3/10/2005
102. The Sea So Calm Today 3/8/2005
103. Cowboy And Dad 3/8/2005
104. Letter From Devil 3/8/2005
105. Poem About Poetry - Poetry Farm 10/22/2005
106. Illusions 10/23/2005
107. Haiku - His Fluent Japanese 3/17/2005
108. Haiku: Cabal 3/17/2005
109. Haiku - Neighbour's Chopin 5/23/2005
110. Part Of God 3/8/2005
111. Empire's Seed 3/15/2005
112. Tanka - Crying For You 7/9/2005
113. Mixed Three Liners 3/30/2005
114. The River 3/24/2005
115. Tanka - Stiletto By Roadside 6/7/2005
116. Haiku - Last Letter 4/5/2005
117. Poem For Tommy Munos 7/24/2005
118. Loving All Those Mistakes 6/3/2005
119. A Farm Picture 4/29/2005
120. Year That Trembled 5/14/2005

Comments about john tiong chunghoo

  • Mo. (6/2/2007 1:30:00 PM)

    ''Keep On! ! ''

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  • Stewart Mckenzie (5/3/2005 6:59:00 PM)

    Not rubbish - modern physics, see for example 'The Elegant Universe' by Brian Greene. The time of a traveler moving at the speed of light relative to you is stopped according to your watch, just as your time is to the traveler. This is Einstein's special theory of relativity. Photons are sub-atomic “entities” that convey light. They have the extraordinary property of always traveling at the same speed no matter where they are coming from, from where they are observed, or how fast, or in what direction the observer is traveling. Since light travels at the speed of light relative to anything, everything, there is no time in the realm of light (also it is by no means clear that light is bound by the laws of space, see the new work on entangled photons that appear to communicate instantaneously no matter how far apart) . Strange but true. The eight odd seconds that light takes to reach you from the sun is your time, not light's. As a poet I recommend that you read the new cosmology, it is very strange but very beautiful.

  • Stewart Mckenzie (3/28/2005 2:29:00 PM)

    A Buddhist monk was once asked if art could be a path to enlightenment. He answered that it was a good way to start but the danger was that one became attached to one's creations.

    I send you to renderings of D. T. Suzuki's translations of Kaku-an's poems for the first and eighth oxherding pictures.

    Searching For The Ox (first oxherding picture)
    Kaku-an Shi-en
    Sung Dynasty China ca.1300 AD

    Alone in the wild
    Lost in the forest
    The boy searches searches
    The flooding streams
    The distant mountains
    The endless path
    In despair
    Nowhere to go
    At dusk he hears only cicadas
    Buzzing in the maple woods

    From a translation by D. T. Suzuki

    Ox and Man Vanish (eighth oxherding picture)
    Kaku-an Shi-en
    Sung Dynasty China ca.1300 AD

    Nothing there
    No whip - no rope - no man - no ox
    Who can tell the size of the sky?
    No snowflakes fall above the fire
    When all this is so
    The ancient Mind appears

    From a translation by D. T. Suzuki

  • Derek Germain (3/23/2005 7:42:00 PM)

    I like the Haiku's. I thought they were supposed to be 5 syllables,7 syllables, and the 5 again....?

Best Poem of john tiong chunghoo

01 And The Moon And The Stars And The World

long walk at night
the breeze freezes my spirit
the moon warms it up
pulling at my poetic soul
the crickets sing their poems to the night
a million other insects contribute their share
to loosen up the night
for lovers, husbands and wives
while a tide of words too
creeps in all directions in my mental sphere
saturates the poetic bar of the intellect
waiting to be strummed into verses
the rhythm swims along with them
as i write out verse by verse
the moon my friend shares its light
the night wind inspires
lovelorn stars wave all the way
a ...

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Warm And Soft As Breath

butterfly, are your
stripes and shades
a map to paradise?
if that is so, i am
already in one

so serene, so quiet
your gentle adventure
enchanting colours

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