Monday, April 30, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #30 - over the rooftops
Whoa! the final day. usually, i will write something light or personal for the final NaPo poem. but the flu is still dragging me along and i am happy to produce anything at all...
over the rooftops
over the rooftops from which the blackbirds have passed
the clouds hung like a wet veil as the evening retreated
a flash of lightning lit up a second, white as a shroud
the wind moaned by, trapping dust and leaves in its blast.
30/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #29 - for a friend
these past few days of my sick leave, i spent a lot of time sleeping. and thinking. a lot of things. mortality , for instance.
a friend had passed away (a few years earlier). he was very fit, doesn't smoke or drink, was a commando in the armed forces. liver cancer struck him down. it doesn't make sense to us, his friends.
one of the prompts at the NaPoWriMo site was to write an elegy. i guessed this is for him.
image by dsnake1
done with Sketch at pencilmadness.com
for a friend
it's very
unexpected
like a glass
slipped out
of your
hands
and
shattered.
mortality
is
like that.
the alarms
are there
like leaves
falling out
of trees
but still
the end
came too
fast
like this rain
that keeps
pouring
suddenly
out of the blue.
leaving us
with
just memories
of what
a great
individual
we have
lost.
drafted 09.12.07
revised 29.04.12
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #27 - a dog was barking
i was ko'ed by the flu yesterday, and missed a day. my thoughts are not exactly bright today...
photo by dsnake1
a dog was barking
a dog was barking
4 am
i woke up in sweat
drenched sheets
unseen insects crawling
on moist skin
through the open window
with no curtains
the bark of a dog
primorial, fearful
9 floors below
it is said
hounds can see
things that humans can't
and won't want
a dog was howling
as i sat in the dark
on crumpled sheets
scratching off
imaginary bugs
through the open window
with no curtains
a rusty sky
threathening with the unknown
faint light cast
on dark walls
like wet paint
the dry mouth
begged for a drink
as curious eyes
tugged for a peep
to the street below
yet was afraid
of what it may find.
as i sat and cursed
in all the languages i know
a dog barked again.
27/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #25 - how is your maths today?
a little bit of madness (or a rant) today...
image by dsnake1
done with Sketch at pencilmadness.com
how is your maths today?
a schoolboy was talking to his friend.
how is your maths today?
i wanted to tell him it's terrible.
it just don't add up.
i am spending more than i earned
i am supposed to work eight hours
but today it's something like nine.
or ten.
and no extra pay
so my maths ain't too good today.
and it's gonna get complicated
taxi fares has gone bonkers
train and bus fares have drifted north
electricity tariffs are going up again
after how many agains.
inflation rate is only 5.2%
so my maths ain't too good today.
25/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #24 - soap bubbles
another shape poetry attempt. i don't think it's too good, doesn't look too round (more like a lantern) but i am tired from work...
soap bubbles
spheres
lighter than
air reflecting
rainbows alive by
some laws of physics
riding with the wind
the breeze, the sun
children squeak
little hands out
stretch trying
to catch a
rainbow
24/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #23 - untitled
Sunday, April 22, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #22 - sounds
today's poem came about when i visited the oneword site for a prompt. the word was "sound". add in a bit of people-watching and there's this list poem...
sounds
the truth is it can be very noisy in the morning.
for example, i was just grabbing a cup of tea this morning at the coffeeshop, where besides the clink of porcelain cup on saucer, there were the squawks of magpies quarreling, the stray cat at my feet begging for food, looking up with pitiful eyes, a plaintive little meow from its throat, the tirade from the cabbie a few tables away, spewing expletives and coffee vehemently, the rustle of morning papers, the armchair politicians voicing their opinions on national policies, the soap drama running on the tv on the wall, its wash of music and conversation no one was listening. and then a heavy screech of brakes as a van tried to run a red light unsuccessfully at a pedestrian crossing nearby.
so when i left, the cat had already given up on me and was eying the magpies intently, not making a sound.
22/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #21 - how deep is
something melancholic from me today...
how deep is
how deep is your love?
down in the subway tunnels
on late nights
some nights
aimless rides
the tunnel walls
just inches
from my face
flashing by
our lives
flashing by
till it all ends
on a bleak night
and i am
all alone
in the
rumbling wombs
of the trains
that song
playing
on the tracks
how deep is your love?
till i resurface
to the neon
drenched streets
to the city lights
starlight
21/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #20 - the old gangster
sometimes, people-watching can inspires...
the old gangster
where once his panther tattoo
had flexed on sinewy skin
on his arm is now
a faint shadow on
weathered leather
and dementia
had banished
the fights and bullying
the bearing scrapers
acid bulbs
and police sirens
to the lost alleys
of his mind
and now he sits
at the coffee shop
hunched, alone
slowly sipping his coffee
waiting
for the last parang slash
to fall on
his head.
20/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #19 - monostich #8
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #18 - these words
i have completed a 3-days course today, improved my vocabulary a little bit...
these words
these
words
that do not
easily roll off the tongue
Automated external defibrillator
that trip
pulseless ventricular tachycardia
raise an eyebrow
glyceryl trinitrate
and one that sounds
like a chant
breathless
one and two and three and four and five and one and..
words
if i had
known earlier
and know
how to use them
my father
might have lived longer.
18/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #17 - qing ming, at mt. vernon
feeling the strain...
qing ming, at mt. vernon
up above a lone fighter jet
wings towards its base
dragging a sonic boom
over the green of the cemetery
the blackbirds are startled briefly
then return to eyeing
the offerings laid out neatly
to the dead
the faithful have come
bearing food and paper currency
their loved ones on the other side
must not go hungry
butterfies flutter in the sun
they said butterflies
are the souls of the departed
today they have come out to play
up above a lone C-130
lumbers towards a foreign land
dragging a sonorous rumble
over the green of the cemetery
17/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #16 - monostich #7 - dusk
Sunday, April 15, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #15 - Sunday is not a good day to write poetry
bear with the gibberish today...
Sunday is not a good day to write poetry
Sunday is not a good day to write poetry,
because if you need to work (like i do),
the day is white-washed, you reach home frayed,
you think of food, and bed, and not poetry
(unless the muse sympathises with you).
And if you need not work, you want to play,
suddenly the day flaps by very quickly,
(remember, there's always not enough time for fun)
unless the muse tags along, which is unlikely,
you may have a couple of lines, or stanzas
about your great BBQ party, or that hike in the hills,
otherwise
Sunday is not a good day to write poetry.
15/04/2012
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amazing! the muse pitied me. however, i will be attending courses (with tests, oh man!) for the next three days, so Monday to Wednesday too may not be good days to write poetry...
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #14 - siege
Friday, April 13, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #13 - playground
Thursday, April 12, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #12 - tampines leisure park, 7 a.m.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day # 11 - she sang of seagulls
i wanted to write this for some time. there were bits and pieces of phrases and ideas in my notebooks, so today i gathered them together, threw out some, added in some new lines, and yes, i was quite satisfied with the result.
it was for a woman who had changed my life for the better...
photo by alvimann
image from morguefile.com
she sang of seagulls
she sang of seagulls
snd blue skies
resoluteness
and her need to fly
soared with the wind
on wings of light
and should you fall
she said
pick yourself up
like those gulls
that braved the squalls
the dark seas
spread your wings
glide with the clouds
and be free
and someday, she said
if i am not with you,
and you missed me
look up at those gulls
by the sea.
one of them
could be me.
11/04/2012
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-- to carol
"seagull", sung by Jenny Tseng.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #10 - writer's blog
i thought i may have to skip a day today...
writer's blog
i have been staring
at my paper & pencil
for the past half hour
now i noticed
the pencil is quite blunt
my fingernails need trimming
still the words hang
at the tip of the tongue
and then dry up
maybe it's easier
to squeeze water
from a rock
10/04/2012
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the wall was broken through somehow...
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day # 9 - cockroach
Sunday, April 8, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day # 8 - I is for Bugs
i think the prompt for day 6 at the NaPoWriMo site was to write a poem on animals. okay, okay, i know this is Day 8...
I is for Bugs
I is for bugs
In that
They are
Icky
Irksome
Irrevalent
But Impossible to Ignore.
They bite you, suck you
Fly before your eyes
And make you
Itch
Irritated
Ill-tempered.
Worse, they Insult your Intelligence.
You find it
Incredible
Incredulous
Implausible
That they were here
Hundreds of millions of years
Before you.
I is for Insects.
08/04/2012
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
NaPoWriMo 2012 - Day #7 - untitled
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