bushy

i am in the vocal minority of a silent majority
but even as a minor voice of a majority of local vocals
i know that it is of an unlikely proportion
in a disproportionate
colony of coronets
rippling in waves


let it come out?


i am not in hiding
yet i am covered
smothered
drowned


i am undertrampled
overstrapped


why should i braced myself
bras myself
and come out


i am not in  avoidance
yet i am in abstemity
in mourning
innundated
insul(a)ted


i am uncaged
unraged


i don't need to come out
from


why should i show it
identify
discomfit myself
when
in opague invisibility
i see myself clearer
unfazed

sleaze

today
the day i saved for
the safe day
for carpe diem
the cuppa of pepper hot hiam
plate of humming mee siam
the pot of stew
of intersticed spice
multiplied three times three


today
i freeze out
freak no more
flank out the panza pincers
plier the pike


i plong the crap

taipu

visting china on June this year. Met with the three sons of brother Ngok Kou.
the two ladies on the right are the wives of Boa Qing and Lang Fu. the picture was taken at the newly opened park fronting the river.
It is clean and refreshing being in high ground. Opposite is the path with steps leading to the top of a hill overlooking the whole township of Taipu. Or is it by now a city. Taipu is surrounded by higher ground or hills. A river flows from here to the lower Swatow.

may it be day

slop slap sleep


to work sleepless not wanting
to sleep not working wanting
strange bed fellas
tearing at each others eyes
zombiing


to think the brain not knowing howto
to brainstorm the knowledge ill gotten
meeting at the circumference
the conference not referencing


chopping water
hewing wind

i saw a small snail 

slowly sliding outside the door

not wanting to disturb it 

i closed the door

the next day i saw

a shell unfleshed in a pot

a shell damaged in part

and i wondered

was it the colour

of the shell

of the snail

i had seen

if so 

had it been broken

after the snail had left the shell behind

to further sojourn

or 

heaven forbids

great snake

stepped upon

before so gone

seemphony

holding firmly the baton
the maestro rhythmically
dips and digs
the wand wanting

letap letap letap

i go

letap letip letap letip

false trotting to the waltz


the maestro clenches a fist
to his heart
fixes me a sharp look

then flatly changing stepping
i go

taple taple taple

hara-kirri the kiri kanan

salvation


if you ask
and i ask back


do you mean am i safe
as in safety safe
as in do i wear a helmet
that prevents debris
from falling and entering
that encapsulates
the poison in the head
 that makes me unsafe


naturally i  would say 
as in not condemned safe


or


do you mean am i saved
as if i am lost in the wilderness 
with the hounds in the dark menacing
and i crying out for help


naturally i would say
tis just aim and fire thats all


oh


if you mean 
am i salvated
as only the one can invent the intervention


sadly i could only say
i am only just 
on the first step
on my way
not your way
nor his way
nor our way


might be a leap
to the stars
or the other way

circe d'loh

circles

i like circles before one
unlike most who like circles after one
this is the picture of circles before one
if you mirror image on one as axis
you would get circles after one
you would be as rich as you can be
here i would fly in the flyer
in a circle looking down on one
as poor as i can be

Image via Wikipedia

LEAVE ASIDE

last fall
a falling leaf fell
from a way side tree
along a macadamized road


along came a blower
whose whirling machine swept it
onto the curb


along came a sucker
whose twirler urged the leave
from the inplanted
told to instantly provide shades

to go into bin

this fall
a falling leave
from a forest
will gravitate
unsung
unswept
to decompose
to nourish itself
to the roots

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Written by Lim cho Him in response to an earlier poem.


金鵲本是自由身
奈何今为笼中囚
众人知我關金鵲
无知误解關錯鳥
醫院应是严肃地
遍地愁云漫山野
忽来震耳爆笑声
开怀一笑敌医药

弟祖炘

痴呆如失马，
焉知不是福。
人生多风雨，
记忆徒添哭。


responding to the previous post, Looi wrote the abouve

阿尔茨海默氏

还尽了江山
还尽了河流
空空末存在
忆而无得记
记而无的忆

meant to be called nasi penek
in which i take it to be flattened rice
against which i find them elongated
tastefully firm delightfully sauced

the duck meat recycled from yesterdays leftover
more like rewashed rebottled and retasted

and theres no recipe cooked up or original
accompanying
intuitive is the institution with this sole chief chef
whose other tasty specialty is nasi bandung
or is it nasi padang
but definitly not nosi pendek

3.5 trains

Trains

Amidst the rubbles
Can you here the rumble
Of the doubters
Of the not so committed
To terrorize the terrorists
Of the you terrorize
One of us
May be you don’t terrorize
the whole civilised world

can you hear the blazed call
we are more determined
than you are determined

do you think
you can check every parcel
every exit
every entry
and then have
time left over
to worry about
your neighbours

no I do not hear
the noise has deafened me

life or what is left of it
makes a difference now
or never for me to go on

for tomorrow there will be
another war and another bombing
and nobody will remember
when or how it started
or when or how it
will ever end

Meanwhile
All eyes are wide
All ears are open
All rubbles rumbling
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3.4

Ron Sutras recommendation
Die die must try

At a wedding dinner at the Grand Copthorne
Waterfront Hotel early June this year
There was one dish that stands out
among the rest

the Golden Crispy Chicken with Deep-Fried Garlic.
This dish was done very well that night.
Although the skin of the chicken was crispy
the meat was moist and tasty
even without the Deep-Fried Garlic condiment.

The Deep-Fried Garlic with Sesame Seed
goes extremely well with chicken.
You should give it a try.

(above contributed by Ronnie
gratitude acknowledged)

Droppage’s woe

Oh where o where has my little chick gone
Oh where o where please let me know Ron
Wit her tail cut short
And her wing cut long…
Oh my shes drowning in
The soy sauce
Served on a porcelain sarcophagus


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3.1

who am I?
is it a bird?
is it a plane?
peter pan?

No…Not droppage also
She operates on different turf

My name is peter p pen
My middle name
It’s a brand I cannot be reveal

Of opaque Perspex
are the eyes made

The vision
That of the eagle’s
To see the tiny specs
At such great height

From vertigo
is my indisposition
consensusly diagnosed

The cure
Reaching greater heights
The higher fear
Driving out the lower fear
Until no fear is left

Provided the web juice
Is sufficiently stored
For further secretion
I have to soar
Until the last sticky drop

What happens after that?

I glide
I shall be cured

Now where is
The auxiliary tank

Left boot?

Say loh way
Say it in cantonese
Forgot to top up
When the discount was 26%

Holy anorexia nervosa
the mouth's trapped

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3.1
killer litter rebus quiz

this quiz is structured so
that its impossible to
cheat by refering to
the rebus above

it is a test on your memory
and the questions are placed
such that when you read
and answer them
you'll have nothing to fall back on
because the picture would have scrolled away.

Ready.. here goes

1. I see objects being thrown.

2. I see five dollar notes.

3. They are green.

4. I see ten dollar notes.

5. They are red.

6. The red ten dollar notes are heavier.

7. The fall faster.

8. I see someone throwing himself down.

9 He is the vitruvian man.

10. I did not scroll up to peep.

Scoring

If you answer yes to all, congratulation,
you are a Singaporean
money for you comes first
life quite bottom
and you're not a peeping tom
mee rebus is your favourite repast

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3.0

Killer Litter


First noticed when we build our high rise
They come in all shapes and sizes
Down bolsters or pillows
Stools chairs and almeirah

A falling object instantly grows
To be lethal

According to the theory of relativity
It morphs to a massive missile
When it gains speed and momentum
Proportional to the square of the speed c
Under the attraction of gravity

Strangely nothing untoward has happened
In charmed Singapore
No one has been killed or maimed so far

So what’s it about Icarus
Flying perilous
Close to the sun

Those were not feathers
From him torn
Or from Droppage raked

Just little litter thrown
Overboard for various reasons
Unknown or too obtuse

Pastime for a few
Fear factors for the rest

Droppage is safe
I vouchsafe

birdbrain

i actually think
i do prefer
stories about everything
and nothing in particular

however birdman dear
you have deigned to write
stories 'bout birds
stories 'bout flight
interesting it may be
and much fun as well
but i would love to hear
other stuff you have to tell


but worry not
chiding you is not what i'm about
for i love you so
you do need to know
more variety
that's the spice of life
make your day spicy
with lots of assam and curry!



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2.9

like Icarus who flew
too close to the sun
and had the wax that glued
his feathered wings melted
the stiches unravelled
his body toasted brown

could droppage be
flung too high
into the path
of a moving object
which being much much bigger
or much much noisier
or much much hotter
shook or melt the feathers
off the back of Droppage

from the amount seen
slowly drifting down
a very fluffy bird indeed
must have been shorned

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