Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Saturday, June 1, 2019

tinywords

My haiku was published on 14/01/2019 in Issue 18.2 of tinywords.



photo by dsnake1



untitled


lengthening shadows my calls unanswered




© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2019

Friday, August 26, 2016

small stone 2016 - #26

Pay attention. Observe closely. Relax. And write a small stone a day.




image by dsnake1




small stone 2016 #26




night light
no more late night horror shows on tv





© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016

Sunday, August 14, 2016

small stone 2016 - #14

Pay attention. Observe closely. Relax. And write a small stone a day.


image by dsnake1, done with Sketchpad 3.7 & PSP



small stone 2016 #14




darkness the mirror reflecting only the voices of the night.




© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016

Monday, October 28, 2013

A Haiku A Day - fog

October is a Haiku Writing Month at A Haiku A Day.




image done with pencilmadness



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night fog -
the click of footsteps on cobblestones.



28/10/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

Saturday, October 12, 2013

A Haiku A Day - fragrant breeze

October is a Haiku Writing Month at A Haiku A Day.




photo by melodi2
image from morguefile.com




fragrant breeze



a fragrant breeze
the graveyard's plumeria -

i quicken my steps.



12/10/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

Saturday, April 6, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #6 - a point in your life

hahaha. It was during the lunch break in my office, when I was feeling cold and old, that this whole piece gushes out. I hope to have more lunch breaks like this.









a point in your life


so you come to a point in your life,
you feel cold, you feel old, booze
no longer excites, instead it plays punk
with your sphincters, the doctor sees you
and no longer asks what is bugging you
but tells you to keep off the oily stuff.

you watch weeds grow and wonder who
or which is more unwanted, the streets
growl at you and fumes and dust gets into
your eyes and coffee, children look at you
in fright and not merely because of your stubble,
and you don't rage anymore.

and so the best exercise you had in days
is to turn your head to watch that woman
in the short shorts walks by in the sidewalk
her full hips moving with a beat that stops
your heart.

you watch the sun sets over the highrises
at the quay, someone mentions a drunk had
walked into the river and drowned a couple of days back,
just a few paces where you sat, the day gets more
unsettling as a crow caws and tugs at a roadkill and
you fear your number may be up.


06/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013