A visit to the National Gallery Singapore.
The Exhibition: Ever Present: The First Peoples Art of Australia (27 May - 25 Sep 2022)
photo by dsnake1
please sir, look who built our buildings, highways
the years
the calluses
on your hands
28/11/2022
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The artwork : Body Marks
The Artist : Prince of Wales (b. 1933, d. 2002 Australia )
Year : 2002
Media : Synthetic polymer paint on canvas
Collection of National Gallery of Australia, Kamberri/Canberra, purchased 2002.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2023
From my Instagram posts...
Ouch!
haiga by dsnake1
instagram poem 2022-08
nicked finger -
red fish gills
in a white sink
- Posted on my Instagram 13/06/2020
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2022
it happens.
submitted to an online site, rejected.
photo by tookapic at pixabay
untitled
busty beer promoter
leans over our table.
two more beers.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2020
Something from my childhood. Catfishes too.
drawing by dsnake1, with pencilmadness
catfishes too
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on children hunting mudskippers
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2018
Pay attention. Observe closely. Relax. And write a small stone a day.
Another day.
image by dsnake1
small stone 2016 #29
not much has changed.
coming home with a boxed dinner.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
Pay attention. Observe closely. Relax. And write a small stone a day.
Go!
image by dsnake1
small stone 2016 #27
jayw alkin gpo ke m onhun ters
[ jaywalking pokemon hunters, if you are still scratching your head. :) ]
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
Pay attention. Observe closely. Relax. And write a small stone a day.
image by dsnake1, done with Pencilmadness and PSP
small stone 2016 #17
bent over his lunchbox of curry and rice
the worker's sweaty brow
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
SingPoWriMo 2016 Day #14.
Good thing I didn't commit myself to a poem a day, or I will be siao liao. The office work is piling up, the muse goes AWOL, I spend more time at the PS3 than usual...
But I think this piece is not too bad...
what have i got myself into?
fill
we run from the sudden midday rain
run to malls and cafes and tunnels and bus shelters
all of us, minding our own business
in our own little spaces
just a while ago
and the rain fills the city
and the pigeons and mynahs and flies
and the dull trees and shrubs and grass
and empty pizza boxes and cigarette butts
and trash bins and traffic lights
and the streets filled with road signs
no waiting-no parking-TOW AWAY ZONE-
drive carefully
are given a new wash of life
and
when the rain goes away
sudden as it came
the midday sun starts burning again
the side walks fill
the trains fill
the hospitals fill
the columbaria fill
14/04/2016
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
The theme for the June 2015 Free Format section of the monthly kukai at haikuworld was 'Insect Metamorphosis'. It was not easy, but I managed with one. Not much confidence with it though.
And yes, it managed only 2 votes. :)
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness.
june 2015 free format shiki kukai
in the shadows of leaves
a chrysalis
bides its time.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2015
Written for the prompt at Haiku Heights.
image by dsnake1
seven
feeding the slot machines -
the triple sevens
lie low
10/11/2013
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Inspired by the theme at
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
October is a Haiku Writing Month at A Haiku A Day.
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
blanket
rainy morning
a warm bed, a blanket-
i silence the clock alarm.
17/10/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
It's getting a bit difficult to write...
slowing down
you try to take it , like,
you know, slow down, just a little,
at the foodcourt,
your eyes scanning for empty tables
so you can put down your tray of lunch
you have been holding for the past x minutes.
did everyone scurry out of their rabbit warrens
at the same freakin' time?
every day?
scanning the news a little,
how can someone crash a lambo into a road divider oh my god!
19/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
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
