man versus dogs

Many women after breaking up with

their man replaces them with  dogs.

It is as if man cannot measure up to

the barking dogs..

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Perfect Poet Award Wk 52

Thank You Ava at Poetry Palace for

this Award honoring my poem titled:

Human Race, Human Waste.

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autumn rose

autumn rose

the scorching from the  heat

is meant to shed our browns

not wilt our passion..

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static canvases

there is life

in static canvases

that words alone

could not crib

I paint you..

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sad things

with time

sad things will take care

of itself..

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human race, human waste

I was at the beach the other day

I was taken in by the tide that remains

as how I loved some twenty years ago

skimming in and out from the horizon

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I was at the beach the other day

I was taken in by the breeze streaming

back and forth  echoing  the  foreshore

as how I loved some twenty years ago

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until  I  found  a  box  of   leftover  pizza

until  I found  an outdated pair of jeans

until I found  a doll with a missing arm

all soaked in brine, all washed ashore

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I was at the beach the other day

I was  taken  in, then  jolted  out  by  the

cries of  seagulls  hovering  above  me

how the waves no longer act the same

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as how I loved some twenty years ago

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I was at the beach the other day

and I found  some  twenty  yards  away

covered in grime as it washes  ashore

the dislocated arm of the  doll  I  found

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and a dented torchlight that still lit up..

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abandoned

god  gave each and every couple a plot of land  to till.  some  grew  flowers

on  it,  others,  fruits  or vegetables.   there  are  those  who  landscaped  it,

and there are also others who mowed it into a  field of grass.  some prefer

towering  trees,  dragonflies  and  streams to line its contour and others, a

zen  garden  it  became.  in  between,  there  are  also  those  who  kept on

trying   yet   just  could  not  grow  anything.   as  children,  we   are  like  the

garden  our   parents  tend  in  their  plot.    along  the  way,   many  parents

succeeded  but  there  too  are  others  not  endowed  with  the  know  how,

green fingers nor the skills of  a promising planter. and so, no matter what

we became of, albeit a charming fairytale garden or a piece of barren land,

we should first and foremost be thankful that  our  parents  were  there  for

us despite all odds. if we looked around, many  a  parent  gave  up,  some

ended their lives because  of  marital  and  financial  problems  and  as  a

result, many children  were  abandoned, given  away  because  they  were

thought to be of burden to many an ambitious  parent.  we should be glad

that at  the end of the day, despite it all, despite their hardship which might

affect  our comfort, they did not abandon us.  this we had to be grateful for.

and only god knows how hard they have tried to be a great parent..

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Eh Yar Tok

(Version in Hokkien)

Eh Yar Tok

Phar Kan Dok

Kan Dok Thiow

Eh Yar Si Khiow Khiow

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(Version in English)

Shortie

Spinning the top

The top wobbles

Shortie dies

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About this rhyme/ditty:~

Eh Yar Tok is a traditional Hokkien rhyme/ditty recited to ‘poke fun’ at people who are short or those who are the shortest among a group of friends. It is not a very flattering rhyme/ditty to the sensitive but it is widely accepted as a harmless casual poke not meant to ruffle feathers. This rhyme/ditty often manages a giggle or two among friends and the person targeted at and there too are instances where one will also be poked even though one is not that short e.g in situations where one repeatedly failed to reach for things placed at the top shelf.

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 ditties retell their story and their lifestyle way back then so that the younger generation can gain an insight and foothold to their origin..

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land inspector

I  think  the  greatest  favor  man  can   do   for

this world  is  not  to  contemplate  its  ending

when  God, like a  land  inspector arrives  but

to get him nodding in approval when he sees

earth   in    its   most   beautiful,   harmonious,

happiest and healthiest of state so  much  so

that he will  grant us yet another  2000  years

of lease because all of us did a good job..

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The Perfect Poet Award Wk 50

Thank You The Poetry Palace for this Award.

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