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MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 531: VALUE VACCILATE

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 531: VALUE VACCILATE

wherever he sits

man has no social standing

best to rest in peace

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legacy of scorn

vain vision, vile vanity

value vacillate

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back door and backstab

twist and turn and overturn

dicey destiny

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Note:

In the long weekend, most Malaysians are taken for a ride in a roller coaster. The arithmetic changes versions, and many creative forwarded mails and video. I merely compose the passing scenes in poetry. If one has kept promises, life will be simple. However, the brain has so many convolutions, and the images are portrayed in screens upside down, which requires an erect person to decipher.

The cartoons and pictures are copied and pasted from the web. Thanks and appreciation.

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 512: CHOP OUT BY CHOPE

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 512: CHOP OUT BY CHOPE

stranger in my bed

forget name of pillow mate

lost identity

dad gave me a name

never heard of copyright

tag is infringement


nameless I become

wizard’s verses turn wonky

belongs to the void

Note:

Without prejudice and malice, I was told that I could not use my own name in photo prompt, for that name belongs to another soul. In other words, I have been writing poetry under his name. In Singapore you need to “chope” things first, otherwise you get chop out. There is poetry in everything, even in the most ridiculous situation. Soon I shall meet my Father, and will chat with him about my identity.

Chope is Singapore slang or singlish meaning it’s reserved, simply by putting a claim first, a packet of tissue to reserve a table. If you don’t you are chop out.

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 493: CHEERFUL CELEBRATION

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 493: CHEERFUL CELEBRATION

sumptuous seafood

surprise by a candle cake

with serenade tune

blow the candle light

without making any wish

for life is fulfilled

bless with friendly breeze

appreciate applause in

Croatian café

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Note:

This was written on the 15th October; a surprised birthday arranged by my Tour Guide, Justin from GTT, and Balkan Guide, Helix. Both are excellent guides, who are well read and informed. They go all their ways in personal help.  We (26 in the group) were having seafood at a café, near Diocletian Palace, Split. I appreciate the friendship shown by both of them and the group. There was a delicious birthday cake, good for all to share.  In response to the goodwill, I compose this haiku to salute all of them, and a verse from The Horse Mouth: “mutual forgiveness of each vice, such is the gates of paradise”.

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 482: CROWS CAW

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 482: CROWS CAW

shade by canopies

trunks paved park serpentine track

light from  above crowns

greet by passing friends

shock by aging white hair lock

glad  breathe and walk well  

crows caw crack conflict

fugitive preaches sermon

in English, fused suit

cite and incite texts

comparative  religion

in sensitive tongue


Note:

We are recently bombarded by odd sermons from a fugitive from India.  Our leaders found inspiration from an evangelist. He was granted permanent residency, with VIP status. Then the black shoe minister insists to implement calligraphy crafty cult. The Hope government breaks its pre-election promises to people, and called it blackmail.  Black crows populated fast in dirty environment; broke silence of the morning walk. When friends meet, they blurted out their discontent. That inspired me to write how people feel and think about racial issues.

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 478: DESTINATION

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 478: DESTINATION

sun hidden by mist

start straight walk on destined path

obstacles test will

setbacks are not goal

step back, learn and move ahead

timeless tough trials

change never stand still

learn smart on stormy street scene

no fixed road to end

means must meet meaning

stand firm on aspiration

clean destination

Note:

This run of haiku/senryu is inspired by Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, with the theme of DESTINATION, posted on 1st August, 2019. The first picture belongs to her; the rest are copied and pasted from the web.  Please visit her blog to read other writers’ response:

Destination is usually understood as a final goal or place as destined. It’s etymological root means to stand firm in the purpose or meaning. If the original aspiration is to upgrade our living, then the means should not degrade it; let alone to destroy it. We need to learn a new way of looking at things to overcome our obstacles.

POEM TRANSLATION HAIKU 472, WITH NOTES AND HAIKU 476

POEM TRANSLATION HAIKU 472, WITH NOTES AND HAIKU 476

PRAYERS FOR BULLS

(為蠻牛祈祷)

mundane mind limit

世俗心界限

protestants not catholic

抗議者无同情心

tongue-in-cheek twisters

言不由衷者

bulls trade as bullets

牛当子弹典

carry old crusade banner

拿着舊十字旗帜

hearken wrong sermon

聆聽錯佈道

book and not street smart

知识非智慧

distracted mind in dream home

心烦意乱夢想家

carcasses abode

畜體之住所

Note:

I have borrowed some words and ideas from Sylvia Plath’s famous poem, “Love is a Parallax”, but in a different context. Please read the original poem first.  The tittle of the haiku/senryu, “Catch No Ball” (liak bo kiu) is Singlish, meaning fail to catch the meaning of certain topic or motive.

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 476

CATCH NO BALL

not what seem to be

betray by parallax view

waves pretends as clouds

diverse horizon

play kaleidoscope of shapes

saints play insane role

calculated act

climb Jack’s beanstalk to heaven

steal secret of love

How would a limited mundane mind transcend the infinite message of God or nature? Protestant priests, with CIA, are involved in the recent violent protest in Hong Kong. These leaders bring the church in direct confrontation with the CPC, when the issue involved is extradition of criminals to mainland China. Thereby they are not catholic, meaning not all embracing in love and dichotomy of the mundane world. Giving the other cheek becomes tongue-in-cheek. They will undo a lot of good missionary work, the charities and medical care, by other Christians in the past. They carry the old crusade banner against another legal government. They do injustices to these young bulls, trading them as sacrificial lambs.

China is certainly a dictatorship; they never deny that. It’s system of government, with checks and balances, as good as western model, otherwise they will not progress so well and fast with 1.4 billion population. Similarly, the western powers are dictatorship of two parties, or strictly, in the US, of contending conglomerates. Sylvia’s poem taught us to have an opened mind, since they are all ambivalent and limited in each perspective. There are all shades of gray and kaleidoscope of shapes. We are often unaware of our own lust and ambition.

There are frustration on living among many citizens. However, these are bad governance by Hong Kong local administrative government (compared with Macao), not from central government. In fact, in the past, many good suggestions were proposed but voted down by regional Assembly. It’s odd that many of these student leaders think they are not Chinese, it’s best for them to leave the country, than to fight for an impossible independent city state. False and biased cognition are hard to eradicate. It would take a generation or two to change that. In Malaysia we are slightly better, or no better, if we think in racial terms, we “catch no balls”. The truth is our leaders have no balls to think outside their small box. The Hong Kong protests taught us that many of these students are not even knowledge (general as against academic) smart, what more to think of street smart, in terms of living experiences and interactions with diverse groups.

POEM TRANSLATION ECHOES 471, WITH NOTES AND HAIKU

POEM TRANSLATION ECHOES 471, WITH NOTES AND HAIKU

BACKSTAB

(背叛)

backstab betrayal

背信的出卖

brawl circumcised brethren bond

斗殴割礼兄弟情

soma savages

軀体野蠻性

skin slit shows raw head

皮切示原头

purification passage

齋戒净化清道法

mutilated mind

残缺的頭腦

soul seek salvation

灵魂寻救赎

tradition trade for power

传统交易為权力

politics of sex

性的政治术

Note:

The ultimate goal of politics is power and its control. There are many ways of achieving that end. War, urban guerilla tactics, violent mass protest (as observed in Hong Kong recently), military coups, economic and social disruptions are ways to destabilize nations or regions; political elections are more peaceful ways, depending whether parties are interested in sharing or negotiations.  To achieve the ends, the means are varied, such as in money, sex, lies and rumours through media. By comparisons, we are much more peaceful and less disruptive, until our coffers are stolen and bankrupted. We have backstabbing, sex videos, and even promises and betrayal of the weird kind, such as father and son, siblings and sworn brothers. There are always hidden motives and agendas. Unless one is comfortable with betrayal and backstabbing, the alternative choice is to keep an interest and learn from such interaction prior involvement. Sharing the same race or religion are not protective condoms, against the lure of lust and power.

How do poetry and poets walk out of its Ivory Tower, if they are no longer relevant to their surrounding? I was reading Frank Prem’s poetry project and is much inspired by his creativity.

Last night I re read “On the Pulses of Morning” by Maya Angelou, and wrote my own haiku/senryu,  borrowed many words from her famous poem, but in a different context.

MALAYSIA HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 475:

THE SHADOW OF HOPE

turbulent tumult

world lost in the gloom of dust

words spill in nightmares

slaughter your own skin

mutilate to purify

the same old mindset

praying for a dream

pulses of hopeful bright light

casting long shadow

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 474: JOY OF OUTDOOR

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 474: JOY OF OUTDOOR

perfume from the dress

gossip choke the smoky room

too digress indoor

drizzle since midnight

fun to stroll and play outdoor

with boots and raincoats

hand-in-hand we laugh

re-live age of innocence

joy of splashing rain

Note:

This run of haiku/senru is again inspired by Frank Prem poetry’s, “a brief sojourn (in rain), published on 30th July 2019.  This time he used a line from Eliot’s Love Song of Prufrock. Please visit his blog to appreciate his poetry and the inspiration he infuses. https://frankprem.wordpress.com/2019/07/30/a-brief-sojourn-in-rain/comment-page-1/#comment-17345

The pictures are copied and pasted from the web.

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 473: KISS

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 473: KISS

This haiku is inspired by Frank Prem’s poetry, “a kiss (for the worthy)” published  on 26th July, 2019. I was very impressed that Frank used a line from a well-known poet and composed a poetry anew. Please visit his interesting blog to appreciate how poets and poems inspired creative work. https://frankprem.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/a-kiss-for-the-worthy/

This haiku is my response to salute that inspiration:

sentimental stir

kiss blown by whispering breeze

procreative tune

POEM TRANSLATION ECHOES 466 WITH NOTES

POEM TRANSLATION ECHOES 466 WITH NOTES

DREADED DREAM

  (可怕的梦幻)

broke whisky bottle

破威士忌瓶

mopped and poured drink down the drain

抹掉液體倒水溝

dead rat in morning

早上见死鼠

crows feed on carcass

鴉以胴為食

free organic recycling

自由費有機回收

cars iron out skin

汽車熨皮膚

rats entered my dream

鼠群進我夢

reborn without the virgins

沒有處女的重生

riot street protests

街道暴抗議

divide and rule laws

劃分与法治

teetotaler prior death

先前为禁酒主义

sinners strip off sin

罪者脫犯罪

Note:

It is fearful and wearisome if educated people turn into unthinking mobs, as observed in lots of violent protests and acts of terrorism. These discontented people need to vent their angst, and are easy baits for demagogue. If the dream of education is to bring out their best as human beings, educators have failed, because they have been pumped with wrong and faked information. In fact many are betrayed by their trusted educators. This is a dreaded dream, for it destabilized social order, without bringing in any constructive change. Scholars with slanted minds are the most destructive non beings.

One night I accidentally broke a whisky bottle. Sipping alcohol does not equate with alcoholism; nor does it necessarily render the drinker the ability to have clear consciousness. It is the fear that it might. Human non beings tend to take issues into the extreme, and even moderation and balance may be excuses or pretexts. Redemption is a good American whisky. I did not imbibed that double or triple condensation on that fateful night. It was for those that need to be redeemed, even a teetotaler, and could still get drunk, under certain circumstances. Four out of forty five American presidents are teetotalers: one was in office for a month and died of pneumonia; two had controversial win; one was too obese. The recent one enjoys all the superlatives in the description, predictably unpredictable, but had twitching obsessions. Well, the hidden rat was found dead drunk in the morning. Rats are everywhere; each has its own fate or faith.

In Malaysia, the British colonialists brought crows  (called ravens by them) to Malaysia. They helped in our organic recycling, natural and free, as in democracy. Now western powers, with their advanced technologies and money, would dump their waste in our world, including nuclear waste from our friendly Australians, with massive continent. Singapore, an island city state, had better ways to deal with their waste, despite lack of land and water. Somehow we are accustomed to our dirty environment, thriving on complaints and corruptions.

Even though it was an act of omission that the rat was killed, one felt sinful that it was forty over percentage toxin that the teetotaler had yet to learn. Even my Buddhist friend find it hard to understand that drinking cows’ milk had more moral pangs than sipping half peg of whisky occasionally.  Different religions have different belief on after-death. I have no right to question them, but the thinking mind cannot think of its own exit. We have more mind than cognition alone. Without emotion and other factors, there will be no street protest. We all want better and happier lives, if not in this birth, may be in another realm.  It is stated in the Book that the mind divides and rule, by our language and culture; so we need to be careful that the spinal and sub cortical do not over ruled.

The same divided and rule systems are used by rulers, colonialists or local heroes, to maintain power control. The Chinese failed to realise that there could only be one country, no two systems, and too free to allow the colonial mind set to operate after decades of take over. We adopt the same two systems with bad outcome, and yet we continue to pursue. We allow the labels to confuse us, instead of understanding each in details.  When sinners stip of their sins, perhaps we are redeemed, with or without whisky. The Superpower American Dream, based on hegemony and supremacy of white Americans, mainly the consortium, is basically flawed, because it is at the expense of other nations and is an idealized Macho image of superhero. President Carter sipped some wine, though he is not a popular president, thinks better in  a changing modern world, despite his advanced age.