MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 531: VALUE VACCILATE
wherever he sits
man has no social standing
best to rest in peace
legacy of scorn
vain vision, vile vanity
back door and backstab
twist and turn and overturn
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
stranger in my bed
forget name of pillow mate
dad gave me a name
never heard of copyright
tag is infringement
nameless I become
wizard’s verses turn wonky
belongs to the void
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.
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”.
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.
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
PRAYERS FOR BULLS
mundane mind limit
protestants not catholic
bulls trade as bullets
carry old crusade banner
hearken wrong sermon
book and not street smart
distracted mind in dream home
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
MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 476
CATCH NO BALL
not what seem to be
betray by parallax view
waves pretends as clouds
play kaleidoscope of shapes
saints play insane role
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.
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.
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:
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
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.