Latches
Where there are complicated relationships
We are the latches
When there are bolted doors
We are the latches
Chances are mending
There are dying dreams
There are falling angels
We do not trail transgressed roads
Everything for us is a good expectation
We do not quail, we do not lose hearts
(written on August 4,2011 Kuala Lumpur City Malaysia)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Corn
Nibbling
Your kernels
Layer to layer
How sweet
How supple
Unlike your husk
You are palatable
(Written on October 06 2011 Kuala Lumpur Malaysia)
poem by Chester Maynes
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Pantun - Arus deras sungei Klang setelah hujan lebat (translated to English)
arus deras setelah hujan lebat
cepat ubah wajahnya sungei klang
bagai kuala lumpur di susuli ekonomi pesat
dulu pekerja ladang skrang towkay kilang
the water is treacherous after the rain
the klang river is fast to change her image
like kuala lumpur after the fast economic progress
those farmers some are now factory owners
arus deras sungei klang setelah hujan lebat
bagai kuala lumpur di susuli ekonomi hebat
bangunan tingi lambang pembagunan pesat
ibu kota yang mulai dari lumpur ke suatu pusat
river klang is choppy after a bout of rain
like kuala lumpur after its economic growth
high buildings are signs of development
the city that grows from a mud estuary to an important centre
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I saw a tree a-falling...
I saw a tree a-falling
a-falling down on me
I had no way to turn
it was close on me
I thought it was a plot
to force me out
I knew I could not
even hold it or shout
It was a tree I sheltered
on many a longing day
And now it was so altered
coming to make me pay
I asked it why it longed
to touch its upmost brim
When all around no foe
turned the sun down dim
I touched its bark to hear
I thought I heard a cry
Two leaves it shed on me
and brushed its bark up high
I asked it why it stood
alone and left to brood
It shook its sticks in emphasis
as if to say it was good
(©: T. Wignesan - Kuala Lumpur,1957, from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: Rayirath Publications,1961.)
poem by T. Wignesan
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First Encounter - Ramli Ibrahim
Ramli Ibrahim
his advice that still caught my heart
'do what knocks on your heart'
Ramli is the foremost exponent of Indian classical dance, bharata natyam and Odissi in Malaysia. For more than 35 years, he has indulged in the arts, though controversial to his faith, Islam. Muslims think the dances of hinduistic elements are in contradiction to the tenets of Islam. However to Ramli, who has an engineering degree from Australia thinks the art is close to his heart and that he cannot live without choosing it as a profession.
Ramli was named the recipient of the 2004 Boh Cameronian Lifetime Achievement Award, the most prestigious arts award to those promoting the theatre and arts in Malaysia.
The first time I met Ramli was in Kuala Lumpur some 25 years ago. He was then a young man still in a dilemma as to whether to be a dancer or an engineer. He somewhat sensed I should be doing something what I really wanted too and gave me a similar advice.
Ramli this May and June organised the first Odissi dance festival in Kuala Lumpur featuring a series of interesting workshops, exhibitions, and performances of Odissi dancers from around the world.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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First Encounter - Jean Todt
another kind
old gweilo
Jean Todt
thank god
he doesn't talk fast
as the Grand Prix cars
I met him and the Malaysian Tourism Minister Datuk Seri Ng Yen Yen
at a dinner the Royale Chulan Hotel in Kuala Lumpur in June when Todt was chosen as a tourism ambassador of Malaysia to help promote the country particularly in France and Europe. Todt came across as a very friendly man. He was very obliging in his conversation
answering one reporter at a time. He told us that he loves Mechelle Yeoh and Malaysia. Todt is the founder of Peugeot Talbot Sport; Team Principal for Scuderia Ferrari,1993-2007 and was the CEO of Ferrari from 2008-2009.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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First Encounter - Siti Nurhaliza
Siti Nurhaliza
a simplicity with touching
sophistication
Siti Nurhaliza
a balance of village and
urban sophistication
Siti Nurhaliza
her eyes cut through one
like her songs
Siti Nurhaliza is the queen of pops in Malaysia. She has been the reigning songtress in the country for years as well as in neighbournig Indonesia. She is married and lives in Kuala Lumpur.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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First Encounter - Najib Tun Razak
Najib Tun Razak
such big fat
palm
I stayed in Brickfields and never had I thought I would be at the same Indian restaurant with Najib the second day he was sworn in as Prime Minister. He had made it a priority to visit the Chinese and Indian sections of Kuala Lumpur to show his appreciation to the two communities. Everybody stood up when he entered the Kortumalai Indian Restaurant. When he shook hand with me, I suddenly realised that najib has such big fat palm. It is sign of prosperity for Chinese. Let's wish he could bring Malaysia to an era of prosperity.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bolted in and bolted out
To be humble is not to be slave
Though outwardly they may look same.
To be in the cell with doors bolted in
Is not being in it with doors bolted out.
28.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A man with a so-called character is often a simple piece of mechanism; he has often only one point of view for the extremely complicated relationships of life.
quote by August Strindberg
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Top Of The City
One more step to the top of the city
Where just a couple of pigeons are living
Up on the angels shoulders
I dont know if Im closer to heaven but
It looks like hell down there
These streets have never been paved with gold
Welcome to the loneliest city in the world
Its no good for you baby
Its no good for you now
Keep looking up for the ladder
I dont know if youll love me for it
But I dont think we should suffer this
Theres just one thing we can do about it
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
See how that building there is nearly built
Theres a big fire over on the north of the city
I see you walking down the street with her
I see your lights going on and off
Shes no good for you baby
Shes no good for you now
Look Im here with the ladder
I dont know if you love me or not
But I dont think we should ever suffer
Theres just one thing we can do about this
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
Up to the highest point of the city
One more step to the top of the city
Put me up on the angels shoulders
And I dont mind if its dangerous
I dont mind if its raining
Take me up to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
Take me up to the top of the city
Mmm yes, one more step to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Defining A Good Life
lifeline written
in the palm
of your hand
a secret humanity
finds hard
to understand
a long life
is not necessity
a good life
if a short life
is a good life
a better life?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in August 2011 on the 1.8.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The witnessing actor, the acting witness.
A weariness within the bones
drifts somberly on a cloud.
It latches on keeps it grip,
fighting its own kind.
Poisoned hosts see not in,
but above and under eye.
Repel and rip the wounds
of they that shall not pass.
Mutation of this sorry pest
floats and sits asunder,
now only the witnesses that were never there,
can claim to need no cure.
A Tool God Uses
Who am I?
And Why,
Am I attracted...
To that which latches,
Onto my mind!
Without distractions,
To climb over obstacles.
To find what I knew!
To expose that which I know!
Who am I?
And Why?
I am a tool to use.
A vehicle driven...
That suffers and heals,
Through collisions unhidden.
And these episodes have been revealed.
Who am I?
And Why?
A tool God Uses!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Girls
(good things, good things
That bad girls do)
Bra top, tank top
Doesnt really matter cause theyre all so hot
Im going loco in puerto rico
Dark hair, tanned skin
Skating on the beach, playin innocent
They drive me crazy in miami
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they tease me
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
(good thing, good things
That bad girls do)
Nice smile, so wild
Every girl wants to get her party on
They break all the rules, in cancun
So sweet, you need
You constantly pinch yourself to believe
The games that they play, down in l.a.
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they work it
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
London city and madrid got some bad girls
Mexico and brazil got some bad girls
Dublin city and djakarta got some bad girls
Stockhlom city and berlin got some bad girls
Kuala lumpur and miami got some bad girls
Gotta really really love those bad girls
Got a thing got a thing for the bad girls
And the things they do
(good thing, good thing
That bad girls do)
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they tease me
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
song performed by by Westlife
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Sequin Trail
Lonely hearts follow
the sequin trail
to their dreams
of exotic pleasure
behind curtains unseen.
Enticed by the sparkle
of the sequin trail
they move blindly forward
through the mystic veil.
Each step bringing them closer
to hear the romantic violins
of cupid’s fanfare
where they believe
love upon them will be born.
2 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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“Execution Of Summer”
A Sonnet for Ian Bowen's challenge called Summer's end XXX
There’s a picture of summer I can see
through my autumnal heart that alleges
the guilt of summer before winter’s plea
chasing no path, the victims are the hedges.
The short promissory note singed by June
has been lost without trace I’m believing.
Winter’s mocking spell on September’s moon
has handcuffed sunshine who talks of leaving.
Dying green, brace yourself! for purple day.
Witness flowers still have something to spread.
Falling and leaving makes the verdict say
that summer will lie in electric bed.
Execution of summer by ink blot!
Summer's picture now gets triple X hot.
Written on 8th August,2011
©Munia Khan 2011
poem by Munia Khan
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City Of The Angels
City of the angels
City of the angels
Walkin' and talkin' and laughin' about
Dreamin' the things that you want will work out
People in places where you want to be
I'm lost in the city
Who's got the key
City of the angels
Ooh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
I've got this feelin' that things will work out
I've got this feelin', and there ain't no doubt
I'm holding on, hoping to find
Life in this city can bring peace of mind
City of the angels
Ooh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
City of the angels
Oh, I hear you callin' me
City of the angels
Just like, just like it used to be, yes
City of the angels
I'm goin' home, home
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Oh, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Yeah, yeah, I'm leavin'
Oh, oh, I'm goin home
My friend I'm leavin'
song performed by by Journey
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The Storm
Stormy weather
this time of year
in Kuala Lumpur
it always comes
in the late afternoon
it sounds like gods
are moving houses
the heart thumping thunder
several years ago
the rain even pulled
down a high rise building
on the hillslope
this time it sounds like
the gods are nailing down
some deviant angels
and they try real hard
to get them down
the heart thumping thunder
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rights
Blatant disrespect is not a right
When another's freedom is transgressed
For to use your art to start a fight
Is like stepping down on the oppressed
And there the freedom draws a line
Cutting in what is called abuse
You have your rights and I have mine
Remember to put that art to good use.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
Tarlac City August 16,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Million To One
(m - kusch, l - deris / kusch)
Born into somewere unseen and unknown
Just like a worder so small and alone
Take me away into your innocent dreams
Maybe Id see what it all means
A million to one
You will lose it all
A million to one youll be falling
Down o where I am
An unholy man
A million to one youll be falling
Its so sad and so true
But what can I do
Owly a few years then its up to you
To care for yourself,
I hope I gave good advice
For all your life how to survive
A million to one
You will lose it all
A million to one youll be falling
Down o where I am
An unholy man
A million to one youll be falling
A million to one
You will lose it all
A million to one youll be falling
Down o where I am
An unholy man
A million to one youll be falling
song performed by by Helloween
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