hatred

if hatred

does not exist,

the quest for love

won’t sustain.

if all men are clean,

god then becomes

a redundant entity..

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Keh Chooi

(Version in Hokkien)

Keh Chooi Keh Tau Hu

Keh Char Keh Hoay Hu

Keh Thow Sneh Keh Sim Pu!

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(Version in English)

Add water it would be more curdish

Add more wood it will become burnt

Add more sons and you would have more daughters-in-law!

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About the Rhyme:~

This is a  rhyme that emphasizes the traditional preference for sons over daughters.

The author/owner has compiled for record, a collection of early Hokkien sayings, proverbs, rhymes and ditties to capture the essence and spirit of his hoi polloi, a community originating from the southern province of Fujian, China where individuals climbed aboard bum boats, crossing the South China Sea to settle in faraway lands to escape the brewing civil unrest and a way out from hardship carrying along with them in their journey, nothing except their trademark ponytails and their beliefs, very much rooted in Confucianism. These proverbs and sayings has always been a guide and lesson to the many who has never been to school so as to help them steer well in the river of  life and in a way, it seeks to retell their lifestyle way back then so that the younger generation can gain an insight and foothold to their origin..

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first song

you are the first song

whose melody I hear

and the first joy

that peeks through

my window pane

gently nudging me up

from slumber

to a promising tomorrow..

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my perfect wife

my perfect wife

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shares my day with me

lives my dreams with me

plans a future with me

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but at night

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my perfect wife

sleeps alone..

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if you go

if you go

I will choke

not only on one tear

but umpteen streams of memories

that silts the only vision

I know..

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sparrows wing

a vision

a dream

a dawn of a new flight

firmament of past

now clears

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I awoke

to the daut

of sparrows wing

blushing

my skin

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I stood

I lunge

I propelled

imitating the bird

I leapt in vain

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a vision

a dream

a dawn of a new flight

on sparrows wing

you lifted me..

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choppy

no longer

am I amused with

those choppy waters

flooding my nostrils

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I turned

and there you were

noticing me

overcoming the spill

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no longer

is it a secret

about my welling

depleting strength

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I turned

and it is always you

bucking the spill

thus easing my chest

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weary instinct

there is always mistrust between  races.

it is  the  same  weary  instinct  found  in

animals. to persuade  an  insect  to  live

like a fish or a  reptile  to  fly  like  a  bird

shows  a   total   lack   of   consideration,

respect  and  acceptance  for  the  other.

to  infringe  on  their  rights   or  territory

means welcoming retaliation  that  may

result in death.

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