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Enterobacteriaceae Bacteria here I come
Striving in my own food dump
Called by many names
And none of them are ever the same
Antibiotics I fear not
Awashed I am in this very clot
Out come millions in a poo
So be it… I’m making more too
Water water I should not meet
But if you ever see me in one
I’ll say… You better run
With all the gathering of us fellow
We will turn MacConkey yellow
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旷海有波涛
千年见今朝
岁月飘渺间
人生多少篇
常见人云步海边
举指沙田云语言
似机遇语录
欲长年可见
沧海水烈
日洗磨灭
百年之体
千载何知
波卷滩沙
人忘沙留
-- 17/6/09 |
Commentary... Sitting at the beach watching
the waves hitting the shores. This sight probably had not
changed much since milleniums ago but a person's time is limited
and how much can one write. Looking at people walking along
the beach and wrote on the sand. It is like trying to write your
life but the next wave will come and erode your words away.
Isn't this like a person's life? Your words and work is only
between each wave. At the end of the day, what does all these
means when people are forgotten? What remains is a smooth slate
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| The Balance Un-Tipped
Two days to the South
I looked myself in the path
It seems the winds had swept
A mixed thought I thought the sand had kept
Warm rays beat the ground
Words around
Lighting glows I found
Boy, in this, can I drown
Why had I walked from this rivers
Of the pleasure it givers
The jot of hot sun delivers
With moans too, that grievers
Stacks of words in a year
For the work I can hold dear
Seen by flickerness of the wind
it may all be an unfulfilled dream
Packaged thoughts
Pain and worry
Use the line
All these game I sight
I wonder where I can light
Admist the blight
Yet yearning
The excitement forthcoming
In this seemingly homecoming
How can I be receiving
With the balance lie untipping
-- 09/04/09 |
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六年返回情
三十载 语云立 坐已回守汝不级
一波浪 目异村 六春清早如一休
思当景 对今朝 心沸喜愁优乐待
欲二月 可侵猎 但有重重不可呆
离与惜 两头难 前车反复何不可
待一页 新一篇 魂归咀嚼梦作章
- 01/04/08 |
Commentary...
April Fool's 2008 was my 2nd last day in Melbourne.
This almost reads like a conclusion and what lies ahead
of my work and life in Melbourne. It is a nice city and I
love it. It talks about the emotional conflicts at that time
and my attempt and resolution to make sense of it all.
It is a time that I had chose to leave - the balance had
just tipped - despite all my intentions to stay on. It says
of a new page in my life and the past is in my memories
to chew - till the day when we meet again.
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End of Supported Years
Crochet centuria
since first cry
Two in downunder lie
Verbal word semi-decum
past
I've hit end of pension
glass
Two years ran
past by
Two weeks there my
script
Awaiting to be
ripped
Ten months of work
Ten thousand speak the
tales
End at that
Thirty since first
step
Waging again
Seems always with
buckets of pain
Emotions wrecked
From tales four months
back
Tears dry and gone
What me got but all
alone
Work I put so much more
Knowing the art
Still placed among all
What meanings
This war wage?
- 19/05/04 |
One More
Two years downunder
Done what I've set upover
At this end of line
I sought for an extended fly
Saw it
A path aimed at the sky
Though a setback
I hadn't expect
Using as a force
To spur on-forth
To greater glory
Setback as my amesity
- 14/06/04
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First Motar Shot, and
On-going
Four seasons had
passed
Since the day I left home
encrusted
Feelings of which are
hard to find
Written in three coloured
proses lines
There I pen my blood in
tears
One pushing joy
One pulling fear
Eight scripts, hexa-tens
I have back
Looks like a winning
strike
But in marginal plight
Inked merely hepty three
Annum ahead had just
begun
Must ready myself with
arms
To tackle furry milk
My arcane on silk
- 13/7/04 |
Ongoing
Five weeks to the call
Of the summer dawn
I waited for long
To breathe frozen air
Under lighter skies
Is it cool as I may
I do beg and pray
Find a place where heart flows
Out of damn furnance
Of what? I don't know
Doubting clouds overcast the skies
Paramountic pressures churning inside
Silly as it seems
Out of usual raying beam
Consequent of slag
Months of cerebral deprivity
Light on the end
Oncoming avalanch or fairyland
Sloughting insights from limbical lord
Who knows what may I be prod
- 3/6/02 |
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In 48 Hours
Tickling along little streams
Time goes by
In short brightness sun
I've been here twice
Seeing one when wake
No feel of late
That's eight rounds ago
Now to see another go
Depths of red sea
Bless them true and free
May time will see us glamour
Of spent sum
Next on list
Here sits me
Feel notes wierd
Of what I wonder
Of unseekness I ponder
- 4/7/02 |
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Churned Limbical Notes
Day to
move
In
grimness to prove
Wierdness
of feel
That
refuse to appeal
Sitting
on bed
I look
around late
Like
firstness sail
Funniness
can't be said
Anxiety
reads the going man
Fearness
lingers at plan
Not
clearing the sight
Rushed
blood with melacholy sees the light
- 6/7/02 |
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Commentary......
This trilogy of poems
illustrates my feelings of my impeding departure to Melbourne
for my further education then, on 6/7/02.
This is the day,
the event that I hoped and foreseen since when I'm 16, and it's
finally coming my way, real near me. However, as the days draw
nearer, the pressure and uncertainties builts up. Perhaps it's
the money spent, perhaps it's the expectations I have, perhaps
it's the unknown awaiting me. It may be a blend of all, I can't
tell for sure. With all my mights, I put up a strong front,
layers of cosmetics. Reckoned that to "tremble" at this stage
will put all around me into untold worries which is something I
can't do at this point in time. I'm sure this is a common
feeling experienced by all sharing my path.
As what Keith
encapsulates it, "It's like military enlistment all over again.
Pre-enlistment anxiety......" |
One in a Million
Out'd
cosy warm waters
We
face the world
Within
cocoon stay for five
Little
butterfly break and fly
From
Fresh foreign faces
To
each other live's places
So
long had time walk
To see
strangers in flock
As
such, pricision crafted destinies
To set
paths into unities
In
proverbial tone
'100
lifetimes to meet in same raft
1000
to rest on same wollen bath'
Worthy
friends are hard to seek
Thus I
hold all in reach
-23/02/02 |
Commentary......
Out of the sudden,
while waiting for Eric to arrive for Chinese New Year visiting,
I contempt the value of a friend. By the time I wrote this poem,
I've sent 4 friends off in the airport to pursue their dreams
overseas......
I begin to wonder
the fate in play for 2 person to meet and to become great
friends, or just friends. Came a conclusion of the immensity of
fate at work, to think, there are about 6000 millions of people
walking Earth today... Ask ourselves, DO WE HAVE 6000 FRIENDS?
Thus, a friendship
is really "ONE IN A MILLION"
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Fly
At The Speed Of Light
Arrows of time Commentary......
Rays of
light This
is one of the follow ups of the poem "One in a
Sped pass
us with heculian might Million".
Also
written during the period where I've been
Flows of
ice sending
a number of friends off for further pursuits.
Waves of
tide Somehow,
it came as a revelation that six years had
Washing
horizon with freshen pride
passed since we first saw each other in
polytechnic. In
Time had
gone many
context, we can be considered to be "old" friends
These ties
will be for long already.
How time has gone by is indeed fearful.
Perhaps without
conscious thoughts, we might mimic the
Glaze through
event glass
grand-daddies having coffee and savouring the
time
Near six years had passed
gone by.
As
in the song
"Those were the days"......
Sit at time of fly
Realise that age gone by
Who knows when we next meet
How changes have been made
Perhaps another few had sped pass
Perhaps in pale beard and golden brows
Savouring the days we had in youth
- 15/2/02
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Joy
of Lion
Eagle's Cry
This animal we know Soaring majestic clear skies
Dressed in
golden glow Only those wonderous flies
Sitted the
warrior god Looking up
Lion we
call as lord Lies the envy of many landed ducks
The ants only
sees the eagle at height
Roving
across landscaped sky Not knowing that the eagle cries at night
Harbouring
no strings behind
Free as it
comes His majesty owns the sky
Ease as it
goes So why it needs to cry
In this
glamour
Be the lord of great blue plains
Mind seeks
to harbour Is the wishful hope of many little dames
But inneath
heart's weakest lames
Running
pass the hindbound guys
Is a soul that can weep in pain
Evoking
passions
Through enjoyment of life's sessions Sorrow sits as buddy mate
Exist in
dreamland
Loneliness serves on plate
Aborted
plan Watching ants in clusters
Can barely hide
in plasters
How I here
to ply this world For the heartness wound may just tear
Alone with
lion's pur At the slightest touch there
How I want
to fly this plain
Housed in golden mane Born as an eagle
I am this
lion Endowed upon freedom's freeder
To seek
sparkling flame To be fighter's leader
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31/1/02 Torn by a love for land
A eagle can't be bounded then
Chained eagle is just a dead man
- 31/1/02
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Commentary...
These two poems are analogous duets of each other, in the sense that
they speaks of opposite emotional tones. The emotional-existential
extremeties of a youthful "great man" are imposed on two animals of
majesty, the lion and the eagle.
The lion sets to enjoy the glamour of being in high places, the envious
eyes of many sighting him. To many, a lion's achievements only exist in
dreams, never attainable......
The eagle sets to epic a wound in the heart. "The greatest has no
friends." And certainly, this is a sorrow for the eagle, for he has to
fly alone and in loneliness. In the day, he enjoys all the shine but at
night, he can only shed tears in silence. He wants to be down on land
for a while but doesn't know how to...... Being an eagle, his mission is
to lord over, therefore, despite his desires, being landed will make him
lose all zeal...
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Greatest
Teacher
Thou art greatest teacher
there might be
In life one might see
Searching vast land for his greatness
Neglecting the one in liveness
Far might have been
Near might have seen
For excellence is once called Life
Knowing thou eminence
Tasting thee forbiddence
Thy seek
How life teach
In a way nor mortal mentor does
Life let you stay in rust
Without ruth
Trials ply prior lessons truth
In pain
You learn and gain
Etching the mind where innocence slain
Sending the law
In varied forms
Hitting the mind where it becomes norms
In pain in life you learn
Where this teacher dignity earns
--5/5/99
Possession of Treasured Wine
Sixty
lunars of my years
With
friends I thought so dear
Hoping
the forged bonds can stay the ages
But a
mere stone throws off gauges
On that
day of eleven
Writing
scrolls upon heated head
That I
drop in rolls
That in
fate I seal
To find
in zeal
Thrown
through shuttle
Agonizing
tears across flutter
Waving
hands to thyness above
Coldness
cuts I feel alone
Sheering
sleepless nights I thought
For all
the pain sustained
Like
sleeping on rose bed
Pushing
beneath thorns me bled
In slain
Stepping
onto solemn lane
Forgoing
the slainful dust
I mount
on with new bust
Welcome
the warmth amist joyous tears
Bathing
me heart in deep sea
Of
cherished love
Of joy
Asking
providence
What true
friends might be
As the
old man say
They are
like treasured old wine
To be
savoured in pleasure
For it
will tend your wounds in leisure
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02/02/99 |
Commentary......
"Possession of
Treasured Wine" is one of my earliest poetry works.It speaks of
an invisible "caste" system of elitism in S'pore's education
structure, of which I walked from one layer to the next lower by
a "sad" twist of fate. "Sad" because I've suffered but grew
greatly in the process. I thought I must as well write it down
before social numbness got into me......
For a large part of my
primary school life, I'm in this so-called "best class". During
primary 5 final year exam, a high fever resulted in me merely
passing all papers and thus, outcast from this class. "Outcast"
is a very real word and feeling I've felt.
There I was, almost
friendless, as my so-called friends of my "former" group just
brushed pass my shoulders when they see me. I WAS NOT THEIR
GROUP ANYMORE. An angonizing fact. In this sadness and tears, I
made some strong friendships which endured till now.
I ask God, or anything
high up, "what are true friends?" The answer I got is "true
friends are like vintage port. To be savoured and enjoyed over
almost eternity." With this...... I hope all who reads this till
now, can find your true friends......
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