breeze
the morning glory touches
my heart... more »
Oranjestad Baby Beach
we make our own waves
splashing the day away... more »
first supriise
a water fountain greets us
and the plane... more »
poetry in progress
the way you spin a game
of success on the theory... more »
I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons... more »
in silence
her cry
for love... more »
it's okay if nobody reads
i will bind them
keep them
pray for somebody to burn them... more »
hope is the thing with feather
it flies, flies with an air of a wanderer
carrying a muse to distant shores... more »
Eleuthera Bahamas
the guide warns about a heaven
that can become hell... more »
the way god works
makes me feel
my mind in my foot
and my foot in my mouth... more »
the child talks to it
as the magpie
sings on the roof... more »
forgive
and you'll
be forgiven... more »
autumn dance
a leaf drops, spirals,
sommersaults on ground... more »
amber
leaves trail
autumn wind... more »
Autumn moonlight
from the fluid ink
flows my poem... more »
a cicada shell
how like a porcelain
it breaks piece by piece... more »
the dinosaurs
did they know
their size forbode
a great task... more »
the blazing sun's lost in its own shine
the clouds encode each of the rays,
cotton waves of scarlet, red, orange
the last signature of the sun before... more »
count yourself blessed
if you are reading this?
you are the rare few
who actually read others' poetry... more »
pretty woman
wrinkled woman show girls picture
of her uncreased days... more »
wind
leaves
they dance
with each other... more »
morning glories
in slight breeze
young girls in
their shy years... more »
mom never went to school
but that never became a problem
between me and her
if anything, it heightens... more »
There is a freshness in the air
That kindles that part of the mind
At the back that rejunvenates our whole body
There is that extra sensory perception of the mind... more »
as i close my eyes
a blackhole looms
this inner world
a torment it brings... more »
i walk through myself
the stripe glass ferns
that jut out like blades
cut me in so many ways... more »
jasmine sends
its mindblowing
fragrance, allure
before it drops... more »
a death blow is a life blow to many
whose world is a caged dream
a bird crying to do what other birds do
eating, mating, flying to the ends of the world... more »
tell you what's gold
to the poet - it is when
he is walking in
the bamboo groove... more »
rain
under the streetlamp
on the road
a million ballet dancers... more »
the earnestness to seek god
as if he is one's own
the only one for oneself
so that one could feel his wonder... more »
beware you writer
in the white paper
you plot your own
assets and liabilities... more »
a blank paper
limitless as space
to fill the knowledge
here and beyond... more »
when poetry comes
a full moon pulls
at the sea... more »
sun is dad
spreads love and cheer
with each of his rays
children's laughter everywhere... more »
creepers
in darkness
creep to light
salvation... more »
one night on the beach
i chanced upon a bottle
with a little note bearing words so chilly
i thought it should be left... more »
realmbrations -
every realm vibrates
to its own
i have yet to evolve... more »
Comments about john tiong chunghoo
04. Beautiful Women
young women, old women
in their heart
despite the years
the yearning to be beautiful
young women, old women
they look at each other
one with envy
the other with fear and contempt (of the wrinkles, old age)
young women, old women
they look into each other
one for amother
the other for a daughter
Soses Crowding The Sky
stars are
SOSes
crowding
night sky
that every
glitter would
soon be
consumed
by darkness
diamonds
returned to bellies
of earth
darkness
builds on
wiith each
passing cousin
these last
sos messages
crowding sky
sos'es to help
us help ourselves
john, I simply loved this poem of yours! congratulations on all of them, but when it comes to be a poem that includes the full moon...it´s the most inspiring thing to me, ever!
''Keep On! ! ''
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.
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
I like the Haiku's. I thought they were supposed to be 5 syllables,7 syllables, and the 5 again....?