SingPoWriMo 2023 Day 2
Today's challenge is to write a liwuli.
minus one
It should not be this way of course, a hard cookie crumbling. It is unfair for both of us. And chemo is not cheap either.
It is now a night of waiting
quick footsteps
cold coffee.
Have you seen tracers firing into the night sky, are they like red ribbons?
02/04/2023
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A liwuli is a poetic form originating in South-east Asia.
A liwuli consists of 3 stanzas:
(1) the first stanza contains exactly 31 syllables in the form of a prose poem, and should be expressed as instructions.
(2) the second stanza consists of 14 syllables, and is broken into 3 lines, the length of each line is up to the writer as long as there are 14 syllables in the lines.
(3) the third stanza consists of 19 syllables, broken into as many lines you want, and should be phrased entirely in terms of questions.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2023
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loss. Show all posts
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Sunday, February 23, 2020
not good enough #5
Thinking about a loss.
Submitted to an online site, rejected.
digital drawing by dsnake1 with Sketchpad 5.0
untitled
your old photograph -
a raindrop slides down a window pane.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2020
Submitted to an online site, rejected.
digital drawing by dsnake1 with Sketchpad 5.0
untitled
your old photograph -
a raindrop slides down a window pane.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2020
Saturday, June 2, 2018
i light marina bay - With Love...
This installation : With Love... by Franck Pelletier of France
photo by YunPing
winters
twenty four years, another winter.
i touch her photograph again.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2018
photo by YunPing
winters
twenty four years, another winter.
i touch her photograph again.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2018
Labels:
haiku,
i light marina bay,
light installations,
loss,
love,
lovesongs,
night
Location:
1 Fullerton Rd, Singapore 049213
Sunday, January 15, 2017
small stone 2017 - #2
Pay attention. Observe closely. Relax. And write a small stone a day. Even a heartbreaking one.
image by dsnake1 using Sketchpad 4.1
small stone 2017 #2
candle wax on the altar -
our goodbyes
said
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2017
image by dsnake1 using Sketchpad 4.1
small stone 2017 #2
candle wax on the altar -
our goodbyes
said
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2017
Saturday, November 26, 2016
gtaV haiga - #9
The night may be dark but not lonely.
image by dsnake1 generated by PS3 using GTA5
gtaV haiga#9
the night longing to hear your voice
Sept 2015
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[ click on the image for a larger view ]
This is a screenshot from Grand Theft Auto V - a copyrighted video game developed and published by Rockstar Games.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
image by dsnake1 generated by PS3 using GTA5
gtaV haiga#9
the night longing to hear your voice
Sept 2015
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[ click on the image for a larger view ]
This is a screenshot from Grand Theft Auto V - a copyrighted video game developed and published by Rockstar Games.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
gtaV haiga - #7
Sometimes the pain returns.
image by dsnake1 generated on PS3 using GTA5
gtaV haiga#7
on the wind your name
June 2015
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[ click on the image for a larger view ]
This is a screenshot from Grand Theft Auto V - a copyrighted video game developed and published by Rockstar Games.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
image by dsnake1 generated on PS3 using GTA5
gtaV haiga#7
on the wind your name
June 2015
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[ click on the image for a larger view ]
This is a screenshot from Grand Theft Auto V - a copyrighted video game developed and published by Rockstar Games.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
SingPoWriMo 2016 - Day #3
SingPoWriMo 2016 Day #3.
I was at the grave of my late wife during the period of Qing Ming, to clean her grave and give offerings. I touched her portrait on the marble. She is lovely. She is.
what have i got myself into?
when she was reduced to ashes
to see her reduced to ashes
in a furnace
i am powerless
and nothing i can do
but to give a
lonely
weak wave
and every fervent talk of
life and death
is meaningless
for the night before
she was just a slab
of meat
in a casket
and to think
we used to talk
and laugh
about our small universe
and to
caress and care
every night
before we sleep.
03/04/2016
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same-day publication at my main blog, urban poems.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
I was at the grave of my late wife during the period of Qing Ming, to clean her grave and give offerings. I touched her portrait on the marble. She is lovely. She is.
what have i got myself into?
when she was reduced to ashes
to see her reduced to ashes
in a furnace
i am powerless
and nothing i can do
but to give a
lonely
weak wave
and every fervent talk of
life and death
is meaningless
for the night before
she was just a slab
of meat
in a casket
and to think
we used to talk
and laugh
about our small universe
and to
caress and care
every night
before we sleep.
03/04/2016
**********
same-day publication at my main blog, urban poems.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2016
Saturday, May 30, 2015
shiki kukai - returning home
The theme for the May 2015 Free Format section of the monthly kukai at haikuworld was 'Returning Home'. After just a couple of drafts, I was satisfied with the final product.
I thought it could do better, but a return of 6 points is not too bad. :)
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
may 2015 free format shiki kukai
overcast skies -
on the tarmac the caskets draped in flags
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2015.
I thought it could do better, but a return of 6 points is not too bad. :)
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
may 2015 free format shiki kukai
overcast skies -
on the tarmac the caskets draped in flags
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2015.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
shiki kukai - goodbye
The theme for the Free Format section of the August shiki kukai was "Goodbye(s)/Parting Words". Sounds like an easy topic, isn't it?
I thought so too, and send in a monostich. It managed 4 votes. :(
image by dsnake1
august 2014 free format shiki kukai
only the silence of the flowers and gravestones.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2014
I thought so too, and send in a monostich. It managed 4 votes. :(
image by dsnake1
august 2014 free format shiki kukai
only the silence of the flowers and gravestones.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
NaHaiWriMo Day #7 : box
Check out NaHaiWriMo. There is a daily prompt to help you along.
box
missing dad-
his old toolbox
in the shadows of the shed.
07/02/2014
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2014
box
missing dad-
his old toolbox
in the shadows of the shed.
07/02/2014
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2014
Friday, December 27, 2013
Shiki Kukai - heart
The theme for the Free Format section of the December shiki kukai at haikuworld was " heart".
The results are out today, and I did very well this time round, the haiku collecting a total of 15 votes. Not easy getting to double digits. :)
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
♥
her faded photograph -
i draw a heart
in red ink.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
The results are out today, and I did very well this time round, the haiku collecting a total of 15 votes. Not easy getting to double digits. :)
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
♥
her faded photograph -
i draw a heart
in red ink.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Haiku Heights prompt - blood
Written for the prompt at Haiku Heights.
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
11 Nov 1918
all the blood in the trenches in vain
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
image by dsnake1, done with pencilmadness
11 Nov 1918
all the blood in the trenches in vain
Inspired by the theme at
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #3 - mt. vernon, qingming 2013
Day 3. The muse is still alive.
Something personal today.

photo by dsnake1
with a Huawei Ascend
mt. vernon, qingming 2013
every year i am here
with the flowers and incense
to clean your grave
to clean that portrait
in the marble
that had smiled at me
all these years
i do not cry now
perhaps time has helped
but as always
i call your name
sometimes i bring a beer
light a cigarette
do the things we did
the sky today
is a shade of battle grey
yet a sun peeks out
its rays bathing your face
it is time to go then
i hesitate, i touch
that marble again
03/04/2013
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Notes: During the Qingming Festival, the Chinese people visit the graves and burial grounds of their ancestors, sweep and clean the tombs, and make offerings of food, tea, joss sticks and paper.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
Something personal today.

photo by dsnake1
with a Huawei Ascend
mt. vernon, qingming 2013
every year i am here
with the flowers and incense
to clean your grave
to clean that portrait
in the marble
that had smiled at me
all these years
i do not cry now
perhaps time has helped
but as always
i call your name
sometimes i bring a beer
light a cigarette
do the things we did
the sky today
is a shade of battle grey
yet a sun peeks out
its rays bathing your face
it is time to go then
i hesitate, i touch
that marble again
03/04/2013
**********
Notes: During the Qingming Festival, the Chinese people visit the graves and burial grounds of their ancestors, sweep and clean the tombs, and make offerings of food, tea, joss sticks and paper.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013
Location:
Mount Vernon Road, Singapore
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Shiki Kukai : departing
I wrote this for the December kukai at haikuworld. The theme at the Free Format section was "Departing".
The results are out. This haiku managed a total of 2 votes. Okay, I think.

photo by dsnake1
untitled
still missing you.
in the bare sky a vapour trail
of a jetliner
13/12/2012
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For Robert Bauer, kukai secretary and webmaster at haikuworld.org, who passed on recently.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2012
The results are out. This haiku managed a total of 2 votes. Okay, I think.

photo by dsnake1
untitled
still missing you.
in the bare sky a vapour trail
of a jetliner
13/12/2012
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For Robert Bauer, kukai secretary and webmaster at haikuworld.org, who passed on recently.
© 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
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
Monday, November 21, 2011
urn
Thursday, April 7, 2011
NaPoWriMo 2011 - #7
# 7
do not agitate
Today's poem is inspired by the Qing Ming festival, which I observed today.
on visiting you during qing ming
after cleaning the dust
off your portrait
on that cold marble slab
it looks like i have only
lost you
yesterday.
but it has been seventeen long
years and every qing ming
i am here
and you smile
that youthful eternal smile
but i have grown older
more grey hairs
and i told you so
and you will have
probably laughed
and cried and
made me promise
to visit you again
on more days
like
this.
07/04/11
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
do not agitate
Today's poem is inspired by the Qing Ming festival, which I observed today.
on visiting you during qing ming
after cleaning the dust
off your portrait
on that cold marble slab
it looks like i have only
lost you
yesterday.
but it has been seventeen long
years and every qing ming
i am here
and you smile
that youthful eternal smile
but i have grown older
more grey hairs
and i told you so
and you will have
probably laughed
and cried and
made me promise
to visit you again
on more days
like
this.
07/04/11
********
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
NaPoWriMo 2011, # 3
# 3
do not agitate
Writing about a loss today. Maybe I will do some editing to this after NaPoWriMo ends...
the final day
perhaps she senses it
even in her numbed state
as the morphine seeks
to calm the pain,
she in her wheelchair
waiting for the ambulance,
because her bony hands
squeeze mine
with a strength
that belies her illness,
and her eyes
her eyes as if
saying goodbye,
and i
holding her hands
holding back the tears,
fear more
than she does
that by night,
she will no longer
be with us.
03/04/2011
**********
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
do not agitate
Writing about a loss today. Maybe I will do some editing to this after NaPoWriMo ends...
the final day
perhaps she senses it
even in her numbed state
as the morphine seeks
to calm the pain,
she in her wheelchair
waiting for the ambulance,
because her bony hands
squeeze mine
with a strength
that belies her illness,
and her eyes
her eyes as if
saying goodbye,
and i
holding her hands
holding back the tears,
fear more
than she does
that by night,
she will no longer
be with us.
03/04/2011
**********
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2011
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