Showing posts with label lovesongs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lovesongs. Show all posts

Friday, April 4, 2025

GloPoWriMo 2025 - Day #4

Okay, don't just scroll social media everyday. Do something useless.

How about GloPoWriMo 2025?



badge generated by Gemini



names


what is the pub's name again?
the one in the east coast?
a live band of Filipinos
with a lovely lady singer.
remember, you always walk up
to that singer with a slip of paper,
your neat handwriting,
for a song request.
there are always wolf whistles
because your skirt is so short,
and your legs so long.
we drink our brandy,
the band plays your songs,
at times we sing along.
sometimes we leave early
to catch the last bus home,
other nights we don't,
we walk under the stars,
the street lights glare jealously,
the old rain trees sigh,
but now
after a lifetime,
i cannot remember that pub's name
but i remember your's clearly,
because
it is carved
in gilded letters
on a marble slab.



04/04/2025
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qingming



thanks to napowrimo.net for the badge





no prompt needed. just wrote this in the middle of the night.





© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2025

Sunday, April 2, 2023

SingPoWriMo 2023 Day #2

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

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

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

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

i light marina bay - Dreamscape

This installation : Dreamscape by Magdalena Radziszewska of Poland



photo by YunPing



if broken hearts may meet



we have nothing to talk.
on the trees wet petals.





© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2018

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

Thursday, November 17, 2016

gtaV haiga - #5

The city is big and crowded, but you can get lonely.




image by dsnake1 generated on PS3 using GTA5



gtaV haiga#5




ever since you left -
peeling walls.


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 24, 2016

instagram haiga #7

From my Instagram posts...

Those words are from my poem poetry lesson #1 from my main blog.










instagram haiga #7


so that one day
she may
be back

and those

      sp aces

won't be filled
with emptiness

anymore.



© 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

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

NaHaiWriMo Day #11 : biscuit

Check out NaHaiWriMo. There is a daily prompt to help you along.









biscuit


my mother asleep
holding a half-eaten biscuit.

evening sun setting.




© 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

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #30 - why i was thinking of a lighthouse

Oh, man. this is it!

I would like to end the challenge with something uplifting, hopeful. Some of the stuff I wrote for this edition are pretty dark. :)

Oh wow!






image by dsnake1



why i was thinking of a lighthouse


because one night i woke up wanting to feed you
but baby, your face, like a moon in the cradle
your skin glowed like stardust in the moonlight
your breathing was the song of the stars
a faint scent of talc as the stand fan oscillated
i was holding a bottle of milk not wanting to wake you
just sitting on the cold tiles, looking at you
thinking you are the beacon in our lives, our lighthouse
your eyes were closed, there was a faint smile
your lips moved slighly, and i said i love you too
but baby, you do not yet know about the ways of this world
and it is better to keep it this way.


30/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #25 - dust

sigh.







dust


dust
on
tabletop

i
write
your name


25/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

Monday, April 22, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #22 - the two of us

A monostich is a 1-line poem.




image by dsnake1
drawn with Sketchpad from mugtug.com


monostich # 11



just the two of us and the stars in the sky.


22/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

Thursday, April 11, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #11 - longing

still thinking of someone today...







longing


if i could pluck the stars
put them in a jar
will you come back to me?


11/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #10 - bear

something from the past...







bear


She dragged me into the departmental store, to the toys, and pointed to a teddy bear, an exquisite, plush cutie, her eyes glowing with excitement, and I said, "but you have already 25 others" and dragged her out of the mall.

But that evening, I was back there, with the milling crowd and Christmas carols, I thought, what's the problem with one more bear, and at the gift-wrap counter, I told the lady the bear was for a very special person, and she smiled.


10/04/2013
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© 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

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Shiki Kukai : sky colors

The theme for the March 2013 kukai at Haikuworld was "Sky Colors". I thought it would be simple, but I only managed to send it in on deadline date. Maybe I was being fastidious. I wrote some, threw all away, went back to my video games. And then I saw this box of crayons my child once used...

I think the effort was worth it. My haiku came in 5th place with 15 points, one of my best showings in the kukai! Yes, inspiration can come from the smallest things.





original image from Pixel Perfect Digital




sky colors



rainbow-

my child
counts her crayons.




11/03/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

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

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