john tiong chunghoo

Gold Star - 5,061 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

john tiong chunghoo Poems

121. Poem About Poetry - Poem For Clearing Thoughts 8/21/2005
122. Good-Bye 7/1/2005
123. Haiku - Scarlet Sky 3/15/2005
124. Senryu - Japanese Humour Short Form 3/30/2005
125. A Meeting With Despair 7/8/2005
126. Brother George 3/25/2005
127. That Irish Woman 3/25/2005
128. Your Expressions 8/18/2005
129. God's Tongue 8/20/2005
130. Autumn 7/1/2005
131. Lighting Up Each Other's Lamp 9/26/2005
132. Dream - Love 7/23/2005
133. Last Word The 7/23/2005
134. Tanka - Late Dad's Appreciative Smiles 7/16/2005
135. Haiku - Sword Fighting 10/26/2005
136. Not A Clock Telling Me The Truth 8/21/2005
137. So Many Layers 7/26/2005
138. I Wander Lonely As A Cloud 3/27/2005
139. What! Religion? 3/28/2005
140. Surrealism 3/15/2005
141. Roses 5/3/2005
142. Child 5/4/2005
143. All Is Truth 5/12/2005
144. The Duck That Stays So Still 3/7/2005
145. Why Do I Love You, Sir? 5/2/2005
146. Haiku: New Year's Eve 3/19/2005
147. A Faery Song 6/3/2005
148. Baby's World 5/22/2005
149. Butterflies 3/26/2005
150. God's Lullabies 8/27/2005
151. My Child 3/29/2005
152. I Am The All The Movies' Heroes And Heroines 4/3/2005
153. Prize Winning Poem - Tribal Pride (United States) 11/6/2005
154. Heating Up Winter 11/6/2005
155. Haiku - This Staircase 3/26/2005
156. Malaysiana - Doing It Right, Doing It Wrong 11/6/2005
157. Selecting A Reader 4/22/2005
158. Flying At Night 4/22/2005
159. Puzzles 3/29/2005
160. Flyng At Night 7/14/2005

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
    Exhausted
    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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