Sunday, 25 October 2009

I am looking for:-





















inthetallgrassIlay by Kayulerr

I am looking for:-

A place to call my own
Among the grass so tall
Where I can be alone
And yet be free of walls

There I can wander free
Forget all of life’s woes
There I can let things be
And learn to take it slow

A place for me to hide
In quiet solitude
When my time I will bide
Till I am in the mood

To face this world again
With a smile on my face
If ever I’m in pain
I’ll return to this place

The hardy bamboo





















Pic by nikki1985

serene when battered
by the fury of the wind
the hardy bamboo

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Autumn

















Scenery by sissy-65

if the autumn breeze
that sighs through the bare trees
brings your love to me
the warmth in my heart evokes
the beauty and charm of spring

Monday, 22 June 2009

Splattering raindrops















Rainbow rain by pinkflower5_go

splattering raindrops
cast a spray into the sun
to net the rainbow

Sunday, 7 June 2009

My Valley





Pic by clei007

a warbler
up in the misty hills
a lovely morning

wet with dew
eager to welcome the sun
morning glories

soft babble
by the thicket of bamboo
a mountain stream

beneath the trees
a field of colourful flowers
after the rain

a cicada chirps
from the shadowy trees
dusk

an owl’s hoot
amidst the rustling of trees
in the moonlight

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Empty Bed






















Pic by apermanentholiday

empty bed
the memories linger
missing you

Pelicans















Pelicans by Swan song

pretty birds
in their white bathrobes
hot spring

Chilling Out





















Pic by Swan song

here she comes
hope she recognizes me
in my shades

Tuesday, 12 May 2009

Dandelion Seeds






















Dandelion by IcecreanNsprinkles

Have you ever seen the feathery encased seeds of the dandelion being blown off and carried away by the wind into the air, all hoping to land at the right place?

flying through the air
protected by my love
my thoughts of you



Note: This is my first try at Haibun.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Birdsong





















Dawn by skindancer666

birdsong
from dark trees
dawn

Saturday, 11 April 2009

Tumbleweed



















Tumbleweed by ptcs-photies

rolling tumbleweed
leaves scattered by the wind
would come to a stop
is this a stopover or
my final destination

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

After The Rain
















Rain by joycegomes

After the rain, water drips from the eaves
Drops, in a row, splatter on the hard ground
Silvery webs of fine mist; the sprays weave
That hang in the air before drifting down

Trying to keep their families intact
Fish struggle in the fast-flowing rivers
Groggy, half-drowned worms and insects attract
Hungry birds from their dry, cosy shelters

Along the sidewalk, newly-formed puddles
Wetting shoes as people weave in and out
Or, you can remove your shoes to paddle
Not just for children but also adults

Thoroughly soaked leaves on bent heavy boughs
With pearls of raindrop hanging from the cusps
If I could get hold of those pearls somehow
Around your wrist, a bracelet I will clasp

Sodden flowers with their weary heads bowed
Shiver in cold as a light wind blows by
But they can heave a sigh of relief now
As dark clouds vanish leaving a clear sky

Note:
As a child, I used to paddle in the puddles after the rain.

Sunday, 5 April 2009

A Walk With Pa

















Telephone by paito2606

I am on my usual morning walk at the park and it is drizzling. I like to walk in the rain. It is cooler, the air is fresher and I like the touch of the light breeze that usually accompanies the rain. The trees look greener as if the rain has washed off the dust and dirt from their leaves.

The park is quieter as there are only a handful of us around. The playground is empty of the usual shrieking children, and the groups performing calisthenics like “Tai Chi” and “Chinese Sword-Fighting” are also missing.
“Pa, I remember the times that I rode with you, sitting on the front of your motorcycle with my hair blowing in the wind as we traveled from town to the army camp and back. I was very young then, maybe five or six years old, but I was not scared, with you sitting behind me and your strong arms around me.
I remember too the times we went swimming at the Burmese Pool. I used to sit with Ma and Ping (my older brother) by the side of the pool to watch your friends and you swim and play. How I wished then that I could swim like you.”

The lake looks “whitish”, reflecting the white clouds above and there must be a million ripples in it! I can see small waves form as the breeze blows across the lake. I can also see the rushes by the side of the lake swaying gently. However, the anglers are missing, deterred by the rain.
“I remember the time in 1969 when I was leaving for Kuala Lumpur to further my studies. I was surprised to find you waiting at the Railway Station to send me off. Although you had had casually asked me the time of departure, I had not expected you to be there because as I grew up, we had slowly grown apart. You were always busy working so we seldom met. I was asleep when you came back from work and you were asleep when I left for school in the morning. Furthermore, you became like Grand Pa – a strict, no nonsense disciplinarian.”

The butterflies are missing. These fragile creatures must be sheltering from the rain somewhere. The birds are quiet too. The drenching they received must have dampened their mood to sing and they must be sitting on the branches of the trees, cold and miserable.
“It was in my fourth year at the University of Malaya that I had to undergo an operation to remove a gluteal abscess followed by a skin graft. Imagine my surprise when I awoke to find you sitting beside my bed! I did not know how long I had slept or how long you had been sitting there. I was just glad that you were there.”

My shoes are wet from stepping on too many puddles; I must have been daydreaming. The colours of the flowers do not seem as bright today and some of the flowers are soggy. The branches of the trees are bowed down, especially the Rain Trees, and the tips of their branches are almost touching the surface of the lake.
“It was early 1975 and I had just started work in Kuala Trengganu when I was informed of your illness. You were stricken with meningitis. I traveled to Kuala Lumpur to visit you at the General Hospital. The doctors said that they have to operate. The chances were 50:50 and that you might not fully recover; you might even be paralysed or worse. I knew the graveness of the situation and was quietly worried. You looked normal but you could not remember anything we told you and would repeat the same question over and over again. You also kept asking for the time and I knew you were worried that visiting hours would be over and we would leave. I could sense that you were frightened which shocked me as you were such a strong man. I hated what the disease had done to you.”

I have reached the end of my walk now, gone past the playground again and out onto the sidewalk. I am now passing the big drain that flows beside the park. It is low tide and I can see the sandy bottom of the drain. It reminds me of a Song Video that I had recently watched. It showed a phone standing on a remote sandy beach. That phone connects to the afterlife and you can talk to the departed through it. The singer was bidding a teary farewell to her late father.
“Pa, it has been 34 years now. If I ever come across that phone, I want to tell you that I love you, and that I miss you.”

Saturday, 4 April 2009

Memories





















A street in Malacca by Lee Siu Wei

A quiet window
For us to peer back in time
To seek yesterday
At times with apprehension
Sometimes with expectation

Images that flit
In and out of our minds
Transient passages
Through the eternity of time
Bringing bygones to the fore

Impressions that stay
Stubbornly lingering on
Some with nostalgia
Some with pride and happiness
Others with shame or sorrow

Secret treasure house
Of great wisdom and knowledge
Grasped from experience
The foundation of our being
The essence of what we are

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Reflection





















Reflection by GingerGaijin

reflection-
calm quiescence
in remote isolation

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Destiny

















geisha by kujichagulia1

a new beginning
burning bridges
for the sake of love
left with only memories
and a glimpse of the future

Note: Geishas must retire if they choose to marry.

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Flitting Images
















Dusk by bfish_photo

transient passages
through the eternity of time
memories

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Renewal

















Spring Flowers by KarnenE

flowering plants bloom
tree swallows have now arrived
earth comes back to life
tis the time for renewal
to live, flourish and to strive

Thursday, 19 March 2009

Rejuvenation















Melting snow by lapofthegodess

melting snow
swelling streams
nature dressed in green

Saturday, 14 March 2009

Going On A Hike With My Daughter






















Henderson's Wave (above) and Forest Walk (below)

It was the morning of Saturday, March 7th 2009. It had rained during the night, and as such it was a cool and overcast morning, just nice for a hike. My favourite daughter, Siu Wei (who insists that I add the word favourite) and I set off from Sengkang to Alexandra Road at around eight. The drive was smooth as we had used the Kallang-Paya Lebar Expressway which, at 12 kilometres long, is the longest underground expressway in South East Asia. Forty minutes later, we reached HortPark. After parking the car there, we proceeded to Floral Walk which is situated just outside.

Floral walk, as the name suggests, is a 300 metre long footpath lined with beautiful flowering plants and trees and it joins Alexandra Arch, an 80 metre long white bridge across Alexandra Road which looks like an opened leaf. After the bridge is Forest Walk, a step-free elevated steel walkway for pedestrians. It traverses the hilly terrain at heights ranging from 3 to 18 metres which enables us to walk among the treetops. During the 1.3 km walk up Telok Blangah Hill, we spotted the Simpoh Air Tree with its large oval leaves and bright yellow flowers. There were also a lot of Rubber Trees, easily recognized by its large trident-shaped leaves and box-like fruits. When ripe, the fruits would explode with a popping sound sending the light, brown-coloured grape-shaped seeds flying in all directions. After about 20 minutes, we reached the top of Telok Blangah Hill.

We then proceeded along the 1 km long Hilltop Walk which links the hill to Henderson’s Wave. As we passed a car park, we heard a strange tapping sound. On checking, we saw that it was a white-headed woodpecker. The bird was trying to break into a black car! Now why would it try to steal a car when it cannot drive and it is much easier to fly, I wondered? It was very persistent and continued to peck at the car even when we went near to take photographs and when we continued with our walk, the stubborn woodpecker was still at it.

Within a short time, we reached Henderson’s Wave. This is a 300 metre long bridge that connects the two hills of Telok Blangah and Mount Faber. At 36 metres above Henderson road, it is the highest pedestrian bridge in Singapore. The bridge has a unique wave form made up of seven undulating curved steel “ribs”. While walking across the bridge, we spotted a tall African Tulip Tree. This tree is characterized by its large bell-shaped orange-red flowers and long pods which, when ripe, split open releasing winged seeds. The split pod resembles a boat and, as a boy, I had often played with these “boats”. Stepping off the bridge brought us to Mount Faber. A young tree there named the Cow Tree caught our attention. It did not look like a cow so I could only surmise that the name may be because its leaves are used to feed cows.

Faber Walk is the name of the 1 km long road that meanders through Mount Faber Park. While walking along this road, we stumbled across a group of about 8 mynah birds having a heated discussion by the side of the road; they were so agitated that half of them were flying up and down while arguing. Suddenly aware of our intrusion, they broke up and flew away. Maybe they would continue their discussion somewhere else. Continuing with our hike, we reached an area where there were sidewalks with flower-covered roofs. I recognized one of the flowering plants as the Bauhinia Kockiana, a creeper with clusters of bright orange-red and yellow-orange inflorescences which blooms throughout the year. There was another vine with numerous bright yellow trumpet-like flowers. These beautiful sidewalks soon led us to the Jewel Box, an F&B/entertainment complex. It is the only fine-dining establishment in Singapore accessible by cable car and is also credited as having the world’s best toilet!

Not long after, we reached the Marang Trail. The slopes of Mount Faber are covered by dense secondary rain forest and the 800 metre long Marang Trail leads down through this forest to Marang Road, just behind the Harbourfront MRT Station, an underground station located next to the Harbourfront Centre and VivoCity, Singapore’s largest shopping mall. Going down, it is an easy walk of steps and shaded footpaths that ends at the car park beside the Harbourfront Bus Interchange. We then walked through the car park to the Seah Im Food Centre. We were tired, thirsty and hungry. Siu Wei ordered Wanton Mee and I chose the Ayam Penyet. Ayam Penyet is fried chicken which is smashed with a mallet before serving to break the bones so that the flesh is more accessible. Wanton Mee? Oh, it is just a type of Chinese noodles.

After the meal, although tired, we decided to hike back to HortPark even though we could have taken a bus or taxi. On the way up the Marang Trail, we spotted two huge webs hanging among the branches by the side of the path with a large motionless spider in the centre. I do not know much about spiders but, judging from their size, they could be tarantulas but, instead of being hairy and squat, these were black and slim with long and slender legs and a silvery ornate back.
The climb was very tiring as it covers an elevation of 70 metres. On reaching the top, we had to rest on a bench to catch our breath while enjoying the panoramic view of the harbour and Sentosa Island. After a short while, we continued with our journey which was rather uneventful. Near the Jewel Box, we saw four monkeys climbing a telecommunications tower and at the Forest Walk, we caught sight of a Saga Tree with curved hanging brown pods split open, exposing small bright red seeds. On reaching HortPark, we quickly headed home for a much needed rest.

My wife and two other daughters are on vacation in Kuching, Sarawak. When she returns, I am confident that I can persuade her to join me for another hike up Telok Blangah Hill and Mount Faber especially if I were to tell her that we can go shopping at VivoCity at the end of the hike.

Footnote:
I later found out that the Cow Tree is named as such because when wounded, it would exude a milk-like liquid.

Friday, 13 March 2009

Fallen Flowers

















Photo by BeckyinPeru

fallen flowers
scattered on the ground
colours fading
reminds me of myself
and others aging

Sunday, 8 March 2009

A Walk In The Rain





















Photo by Lee Siu Wei

Walking in the shower
Along the lakeside brick-layed lane
In the early morning

In the trees a mother
Sheltering its young from the rain
Using her tiny wings

The smallish lake shimmers
As the breeze blows by like a train
With addicts still fishing

People seeking shelter
Jostling each other unrestrained
Grim-faced and unsmiling

The rain’s almost over
The sun will be shining again
I will soon be leaving

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

I am now a writer

















Photo by Lee Swee Wei

Today I received a cheque for two hundred and fifty ringgit from a publications company. It is payment for a short story I wrote which they had published in their newspaper in March last year. It has taken almost a year for me to receive this payment. Nevertheless, I am still elated. It is not because of the money but because, with this cheque, I have now joined the ranks of the professional writers.

Although I loved to write during my schooldays, I had stopped since I left school. During those crazy varsity days and the hectic years of working life that followed, I did not have the time to write and very soon, writing was out of my mind. It was only after I retired four years ago that I decided to write again. I wrote assays and poetry and my writing became more frequent when I started to blog. I did not expect to make money from my writings and it was mainly for fun. I also did not expect my writings to be published; not in this country where English is a second language.

I had read in the newspapers early last year that they were looking for real-life stories from readers who are fifty five and above. I sent in my article "The Most Beautiful Catapult Ever" and it was published a few weeks later. I was jubilant as it was my first ever publication and I bragged about it to my wife and children and even cut the article out to show to my children in Singapore later.

The question now is what to I do with the cheque? Shall I frame it up and hang it in the hall or in my bedroom? That would seem an awful waste especially during these hard times. After all, two hundred and fifty ringgit can buy breakfast for my wife and me for a month, if we spend prudently. (For breakfast, we have been eating out daily ever since my retirement. It used to be during the weekends only and she would prepare breakfast during weekdays but she decided to follow me into retirement). But this is the first payment I have ever received for my writings! Surely, it has to be remembered.

The other things that I have to do now are to grow a beard, wear a beret and smoke a pipe. Shouldn't every writer have that "creative" look? Now, wearing a beret is not a problem but I do not smoke so I think I will just have to let the pipe peep out from my breast pocket. The bigger problem is with the beard. Being a Chinese, I am not very hirsute so I will never be able to grow one. Perhaps, instead of a beard, I can grow my hair long. Why, I can even tie it in a pony-tail; that should give me the "look".

Finally, even if I never had an article published again, it does not matter because I am now a professional writer. As for the cheque, I think I will just keep a Photostat copy of it for remembrance. Also, from now on, I will be writing more short stories and less poetry. Breakfast is important.

Friday, 20 February 2009

Silence

















Photo by Lee Swee Wei

No words to express
the hushed serenity of
listening to self
whilst immersed in the solitude
of our own isolation

In the vast expanse
of our mind, unspoken thoughts
mired in the mist
that pervades our memory
struggle hard to be free

Whispers from yesterday
tiptoe across the threshold
into our consciousness
bestowing enlightenment
with their revelations

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

In My Garden

















Photo by Lee Tai Wah

Encountered in my garden
A languid salamander
That sunbathes on sunny days
Above the mass of flowers
Resplendent in the glory
Of Mother Nature’s splendour

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Peeing At Night






















Pic by mattsis1

There was once a very old feller
Who excitedly told his pastor
That when he pees at night
God switches on the light!!!
He peed in the refrigerator

The Race Is Over













Pic by njtorregoza

the race is over
the baton has been passed on
it is now twilight

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Winter Fun

















Photo by Whistler_08

hunched motionlessly
over a hole
ice fishing

Friday, 16 January 2009

As Snow Angels Sleep





















Photo by 32508

as snow angels sleep
waters flow beneath thin crusts
chilled crocuses wait
in anticipation of spring
watchful snowmen keep vigil

Winter Red

















Pic by evil_bunny_pica

frosty reddish orbs
dangling bare out in the cold
apples in winter

Wednesday, 7 January 2009

West Lake, Hangzhou










Pic by Lee Siu Wei

Arched bridge above swift streams, darkened pavilions stand
Twilight at early dusk cast shadows on the land
Weeping birch, willows hang, branches sway in the breeze
Sitting alone on the bench placed between the trees
Watching the Lei Feng Pagoda framed in the sky
Dark silhouette stands alone so serene and shy
Broken Bridge situated at the Bai Causeway there
Wavy reflections of sunset in West Lake bare
Reeds by the bank wave at slow boats and teahouses
Spring comes with misty rains, plum and magnolia flowers
As street musicians play, orioles sing sweetly
Colourful butterflies flutters about gently