john tiong chunghoo

Gold Star - 4,894 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

john tiong chunghoo Poems

241. Haiku - The Sea's Golden Smile 12/31/2005
242. Haiku - Wrong Train 12/31/2005
243. There Is A Thought 12/31/2005
244. Outside Myself 3/24/2005
245. A Challenge To The Dark 6/13/2005
246. Mixed Japanese Short Forms 4/1/2005
247. Mixed Haiku 3/30/2005
248. The Brain Is All Space 1/19/2006
249. The Tree Teaches The Land's Language 1/19/2006
250. Lacking Facility 1/22/2006
251. Yet To Bloom 3/28/2005
252. This Tsunami In Me 3/28/2005
253. The Air Tells A Thousand Stories 1/22/2006
254. The Difference 1/24/2006
255. Reaching The Stars 1/27/2006
256. Haiku In Colours 1/27/2006
257. Cambodia Travel Haiku - Angkor Wat 1/31/2006
258. Hot And Cold (2) 12/25/2005
259. Stones 12/30/2005
260. I - The Universe 12/30/2005
261. Stealth 12/30/2005
262. Ants 1/1/2006
263. Tanka - Tsunami Anniversary 12/28/2005
264. Awed By Her Splendor 1/1/2006
265. Palmistry 1/2/2006
266. Haiku - Sakura Dances To Burst Of Laughter 1/2/2006
267. Try Working Him Up 1/6/2006
268. Seeking A Saviour 1/6/2006
269. Flying Yoyo 1/7/2006
270. Mushrooms 1/3/2006
271. Haiku Rule Is No Rule 1/16/2006
272. Finding The Trinity 2/12/2006
273. A Tuned Up Mind 2/12/2006
274. The Mind Could Sense God 2/12/2006
275. Get Going, Impress Her 2/14/2006
276. Heaven And Hell 2/19/2006
277. Where Heaven Is 2/19/2006
278. The Notebook 2/19/2006
279. The Rain Just Now 2/19/2006
280. Risk 12/31/2005

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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One Similar Second

does the face
of every born child
in a similar second
vary because of
the minute space
each occupies
in the similar second?

does their life differ

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