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First Encounter - Taib Mahmud

light smile
i feel the weight of sarawak
in those hands

Chief Minister for Sarawak the last 30 years or so.
first met at the Borneo Post Office in Sungai Antu in the early 80s. See Hua was having its anniversary celebrations.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pantun - Sungai Sarawak penghubung masyarakat (translated into English)

joint effort with Hadiah Hamzah

Sungai Sarawak penghubung masyarakat
sungai dikayuh menjamu kuih lapis
orang Semenanjung tersentak pemandangan memikat
menyimpul silaturahim generasi pelapis

translation:

sarawak river helps bring together the people
we cross the river to taste the famous layered cake
the people from the peninsula surprised of the beautiful view
and the harmony of the people

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pantun - Besarnya sungei sungei sarawak (translated to Engish)

besarnya sungei sungei sarawak
bawa kita ke olympik menang menyelam
besar nya impian pemuda pemudi sarawak
untuk menang sanggup latih siang dan malam

the rivers of sarawak are big
take us to the olympics to win diving
big is the ambition of the youth in sarawak
training day and night to win

besarnya sungei sungei sarawak
sungei sarawak, sungei lupar, sungei rejang
besarnya impian pemuda pemudi sarawak
bawa kita ke olympik menang berenang

Pantum composed the day after Malaysian won bronze in 10m diving
at Olympics London 2012

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Malaysiana - Lost in Direction

sarawak bumis so subtly they carry the tag
with them i dont even feel deprivileged among them
definitely not as an affronts this tag for them

peninsula bumis everywhere i go the glaring
overstatement of a status that makes a society
unsettled, even lost in direction at times

sarawak bumis every other race they view
as opportunities to reap talking to them with
a sincerity and friendship no words can muster
you can even call them a family

peninsula bumis every other race some sort
of a threat, and when they talk, talk to them with
a kris dangled between their words

sarawak bumis they see a destiny clearly
beyond the horizon of friendship
the other, a clouded vision marred
by a metastasis of biases and insecurities
i pray the cancer will not spread

(the third stanza can also be written thus)

sarawak bumis every other race they view
as opportunities that only friendship can earn
they speak to them with a sincerity
no words can muster
you can even call them a family

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Down the Memory lane

You're a learned soul that I admire at all,
In my school days I had a pen-friend a girl from Sarawak, Malaysia
Her name is Punithawathy an Indian origin if I am not mistaken and when I came to Sarawak once on a ship.
I was forty then, little aggressive
I want to see her but I have lost her address.
So no more, life's a dream day by day soulship reaches to the place called 'Anchorage' close to a certain Port,
And then you dropp your Anchor and lay up!
No voyages hereafter!

* To the poet Rahul Aithal in gratitude!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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First Encounter - Anita Sarawak

Anita Sarawak
all the selves
bursting at the seams

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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First Encounter - Tan Sri Tiong Hiew King

Tan Sri Tiong Hiew King
he sizes me up to know whether i know
how rich a sarawakian can be

first me in the mid 80s at the Rimbunan Hijau office in Jalan Mission, Sibu. I was working with the Holiday Inn Kuching and was paying a courtesy call. Holiday Inn Kuching was then the only five star hotel in Kuching.

Tan Sri Datuk Sir Hiew-king Tiong (simplified Chinese: 张晓卿; traditional Chinese: 張曉卿; pinyin: Zhāng Xiǎoqīng) is the Malaysian Chinese founder and chairman of the Rimbunan Hijau Group, a timber company founded in 1975. Its overseas timber operations in Papua New Guinea is the largest in that country. He also has interests in logging operations in Russia.
Tan Sri Datuk Tiong resides in Sibu, a town in Sarawak, of Borneo island that belongs to Malaysia. With a reported net worth of about US$1.1 billion, Tiong is ranked by Forbes as the 840th richest person in the world.- Wikipedia

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Unhappy Anniversary

You ask me, how am I?
Well I'm still standing, aren't I?
That's something, that's one thing , that's gone my way
It's so hard, to go out, like everything ok now
When inside, I still cry for yesterday

This is my unhappy anniversary! !
But I lie, saying it's just another day
This is my unhappy anniversary! !

I know it's so stupid to feel brokenhearted
I wonder if you know just how much I hurt
I drink up and think up a toast to numb the hours
To get through without you is so hard today
Cause it's unhappy anniversary! !

And now it's near midnight, a few minutes and I
Return to get back to my former life
Pretending our ending was not so bad, I know that
It's time to escape you until next year
When it's unhappy anniversary! !

This is my unhappy anniversary
But I smile like it's just another day
It's just my unhappy anniversary

poem by Vivek Khanna
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October the Post Office Cat

Some thought she was a stray
That had come for scraps along the way
That might be left from the lunch
Of the post office staff; a kindly bunch.
But others knew her for what she was,
October the Post Office Cat.

She had a duty like any employee
To be on time and serve the public daily
And as any other as all know,
Had an official position just so.
October the Post Office Cat.

As soon as the walks were swept
And the doors were opened for the daily visits,
She found her space upon the walk
A bit removed so that none would balk
As they came to do their task or mail whatever.
October the Post Office Cat.

She often times was given the duty
Of minding some child whose custodian
Had business to attend
In dealing with the letters or packages within,
So she laid there carefully in the sun
Till end of day when her work was done.
October the Post Office Cat.

She was known by all who came along that way
Parking carefully throughout the day
Making sure that she was not disturbed
As she, her duties did perform.
Watching and listening to the sounds of pleasure
That only can be bestowed on one to treasure.
Yet adults knew not how to measure.
October the Post Office Cat.

On the post across the way
A yellow sign was placed on display
By the lady who ran the insurance office
Who wanted to be sure that others notice
That this was the path taken each day
As the cat came to begin her official stay.
October the Post Office Cat.

There came a time when she did not appear
And it was certainly a time to fear
That something had befallen this special one
Who worked so hard to please everyone
And the sign was removed so that all would know
That she wouldn't be there anymore.
October the Post Office Cat.

Then mysteriously the sign reappeared
On the post for all to read
Which proclaimed that this was the crossing
Reserved for the cat that all were missing.
And it's said that she comes each day
Although never seen by adults on their way
But the children know that she is there.
October the Post Office Cat.

poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Unhappy Anniversary

You ask me, how am i?
Well Im still standing, arent i?
Thats something, thats one thing thats gone my way
Its so hard, to go out, like everything ok now
When inside, I still cry for yesterday
1:
This is my unhappy anniversary
But I lie, saying its just another day
This is my unhappy anniversary, oh
I know its so stupid to feel brokenhearted
I wonder if you know just how much I hurt
I drink up and think up a toast to numb the hours
To get through without you is so hard today
Cause its
Repeat 1
And now its near midnight, a few minutes and i
Return to get back to my former life
Pretending our ending was not so bad, I know that
Its time to escape you until next year
When its
Repeat 1
This is my unhappy anniversary
But I smile like its just another day
Its just my unhappy anniversary
Its just my unhappy anniversary

song performed by by Vitamin C
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Cards with no meaning

Dear (name inser here) ,
I/We wish you a (Happy Holiday/Birthday/Anniversary) and a many more (celebrations/birthdays/years) to come.
Lots of Love,
From,
(Name Instert Here)

poem by Sapphire Gordon
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Movement Vi - Work

(mary dees office)
Womens chorus (office staff)
Working women at the top,
Will it ever stop?
Papers piling up and up.
Days go by like monday, tuesday:
Work until we drop!
All the time looking great,
Running late,
In a state, losing weight,
Running late again
And again.
Mary dee
Let me have the letter that you typed up yesterday.
Did mr. fisher send the fax to la?
Make sure the flowers dont arrive too late
And cancel my appointment at the squash club.
Womens chorus
What club?
Mary dee
Squash club.
Womens chorus
Working women on the go,
Will they ever know
What it takes to run the show?
Days go by like lightning,
Will it ever slow?
Half the time feeling dead,
Over-fed,
Aching head,
Miss my bed.
Over-fed again and again.
Mary dee
Did they ever pick up the accountants resume?
Make sure the car arrives in time for the plane.
Get me the details of the takeover bid
And write another letter to the minister.
Womens chorus
Minister?
Mary dee
The minister of love.
Womens chorus
Love.
(la)
Mary dee
Wheres the time for standing still?
Womens chorus
Holding hands and walking free.
Mary dee
Wheres the time for you...
Mary dee and womens chorus
And me?
Mary dee
Did I sign the letter that you typed up yesterday?
Is mr. fisher on the flight to la?
Hes got the details of the takeover bid
And Ill be in a meeting with the minister.
Womens chorus
Minister, minister of love.
Love.
Mary dee
Feeling confusion,
Fear of intrusion,
Frightened of losing my mind.
Dreams of the future,
Thoughts of myself left behind.
Womens chorus
Working women at the top.
Mary dee
Will I ever stop?
Orders piling up and up.
Womens chorus
Days go by like thursday, friday.
Mary dee
Always on the go.
Part of myself lives inside.
(shantys office)
Mens chorus
When you ask a working man,
does he ever stop?
Will he make it to the top?
Should he take a break on sunday?
Work until he drop.
Shanty
My early days in school required
A lot of concentration
I was finding out.
But now in later years I find
My colleagues here are more inclined
To mess about.
My wife at home
Would surely never understand
If I so much as look at someone else
Mens chorus
If men had been the faithful sort
It surely would have changed the course of history.
Dont ask me who the first man was
That dared to take a mistress,
Its a mystery.
Your wife at home
Would surely have to understand
If you were ever seen with someone else.
Mr. dingle
Oh, no she wont!
Mens chorus
You wouldnt dare!
Shanty
Oh, yes I would!
Mr, dingle
Oh, no you dont!
Mens chorus
All things matrimonial
Carry with them certain responsibilities.
Shanty and mr. dingle
(ah)
Carry with them certain responsibilities.
Mr. dingle
Lets find ourselves a little hostelry
Where you can sit and have a drink on me.
Well get a chance
To talk about anyone who bothers us.
Theres so much more to life than meets the eye,
Its quite enough to make a throat feel dry.
So lets repair
To where no-one else would dare to bother us.
Lets have a drink
While we think what to do.
And while we think,
Ill accept a little drink from you.
If everybody took a serious view of life,
We all would feel the same as you.
But, as it is,
We dont, so it isnt gonna bother us.
Lets have a drink
While we think what to do.
And while we think,
Ill accept a little drink from you.
Mary dee
Part of myself grows inside.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas.

quote by Johnny Carson
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First Encounter - Ting Lik Hung

ting lik hung
yes, even the glance
is calculated

ting lik hung
a towering
Chinese temenggong

(the man was very tall)

met the late leader/banker while working with Holiday Inn Kuching near the former Hock Hua Bank.

The Sarawak Kutien Association has proposed that a road here be named after their clan elder, the late Temenggong Datuk Ting Lik Hung, in recognition of his contribution to the state and nation.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Whipping Post

I been run down, I been lied to,
I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies,
Theyre drinkin in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
My friends tell me, that Ive been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what youve down.
But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I cant run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, I feel like Im dyin.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec, [email protected]

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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The Whipping Post

I been run down, i been lied to,
I don't know why i let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that i've been such a fool,
And i have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and i look at what you've down.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And i can't run.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Sometimes i feel, sometimes i feel,
Like i been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good lord, i feel like i'm dyin'.
Transcribed by rich kulawiec, [email protected]

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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SMILE and it BLOOMS FOREVER! ! !

SMILE! ! ! a NEW LIFE will blossom right before your EYES

Don’t worry! ! ! Smile! ! !

A Smile is an act of Modesty
A Smile sheds on light your Honesty
A Smile is a sweet Escape from Anxiety

A Smile is a precious gift
A Smile gives you a lift
To your sad mood
The Magic Smile makes a Shift

Smile, conquer your inner pain
Don’t think twice, smile
Bring back your inner bliss again
Don’t rile! ! ! Don’t rile
A Sincere Smile makes one’s intention plain

Smile when you’re worry
Smile when you’re in a hurry
Smile when you say Sorry

Smile, Smile for the Smile itself
A Smile is a way to relax yourself

The Reason of the Smile is a Smile
When you smile,
You’ll realize that the Life Worthwhile

Paint a Smile on your face,
No matter the time or the place
Smile and you’ll be always the Ace

Smile, be your delight chief
Smile, erase your grief
Send your Hopeful Smile
The despair is the Smile Thief
Smile and walk on the Hope’s Way
Smile, your Smile Rays shine your Day

Smile, your Tears Of Sadness turns into Tears Of Joy
Smile, you’ll feel the innocence of a little Girl or Boy

Smile! ! ! Don’ Worry! ! !

{December 03,2009}

poem by Glamorous Enigma
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Can't Smile Without You

You know i can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh, and i can't walk
I'm findin' it hard even to talk
And i feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
And you must know what i'm goin' thru
I just can't smile, without you
You came along just like a song
You brightened my day
Who'd believe you were part of a dream
That only seemed light years away
And you know i can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
And you must know what i'm goin' thru
I just can't smile, without you
Some people say the happiness wave
Is somethin' that's hard to find
Into the new leavin' the old behind me
And i feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
And you must know what i'm goin' thru
I just can't smile, without you
And i feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
And you must know what i'm goin' thru
I just can't smile, without you
You must know what i'm goin' thru
I just can't smile, without you

song performed by by Carpenters
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Its Winter again

It’s not yet snow but I can smell it
Sounds of rubbing hands and bodies freezing
The sip of hot coffee and closed window panes
Looks like its winter again

Snow and fog and the feeling of cold
Snow and fog and celebrations unfold
The late sunlight brings thousands of smiles
The early evenings and the silent miles and miles

The train whistles and only whistles
The windows are closed with passengers and shivers
The touch of wool and the warmth at home
And outside it’s a snowstorm

Its time to celebrate these cold evenings
Entire world celebrates, as there are many things winter brings
The coziness of bed
The unmatched taste of hot bread
Those pink and white colours everywhere
And the walk through that cold air

Winter is here to make all of us smile
Winter is here to stay for a little while
Winter is here for celebrations
Winter is here for hot chocolate temptations

poem by Amita Singh
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Malaysiana - Rejang River

POETRY IN PROGRESS

I never knew you are a giant
until i went around the country
i saw the Klang and Gombak rivers
in Kuala Lumpur and and were surprised
to learn that they even called them rivers
arent them really just little rivers or streams?
the ones we put pavements over at the old market in Sibu
malaysians should see the Sarawak and Rejang Rivers
to know what Sarawakians mean by rivers
that would be a real integration of
geographical standads and how we see things

when after a rain and the sun begins to set,
a walk at the Rejang Esplanade does feel like
on a beach, the water lapping and splashing
the cool and fresh air revitalising the lungs and body
at sweet and pulpy pineapple town Sarikei
and sugary green orange town Bintangor
and at Kerto where vases and colourful pottery
are moulded out of the Rejang quality clay

Poetry in progress
(to be continued)

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On a perfect day

You begin it with a morning walk
Moments of reflection on God’s
Wonders, his creations, an
Early fresh air brushing your hair
Some dews on grass glistening
Some scents on early flower blooms exuding
Some new leaves on the tall trees sprouting

In a while you see the break of dawn
The sun finally breaking out gently
From the crevices of clouds on a wide horizon

Seeing a new light,

Then breakfast with the family
Some prayers to bless simple food
Early morning news, a little talk,
Some crack for jokes,

Then
It is office time
You work, you make judgments
On people’s grievances, they want
Something from you
To be done, swiftly and rightly,
They are thirsty and hungry,
And you have to feed them
Right away, you always think what is
It that is best for all and must
Be done, no matter what,

Then you go back to your home,
You sit on a chair facing yourself
On a mirror for some reflections,
You smile, you are proud, you did
Not yield to the wiles of this world,
You have asserted yourself on some
Principles to no compromises,

You look again at another closing sunset,

Seeing a new promising light,

Then you pray and sleep soundly
Another day has ended again,
Your head rests on a soft pillow
Feeling light like being reborn

Your conscience is clear
There is no stain in your hands
An unblemished heart
Beating for God for humanity

Seeing a new fading light

On such a perfect day…..

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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