It has a kind of magic
that catches my eyes
because this is your name
just like a beautiful dream
it gives off a sweet bouquet
a kind of intoxication
that makes me close my eyes
when i open my eyes
i vaguely see
your long flowing hair
i hear
your cheerful laughter
your name is just so
magical.
Nightfall is quiet
breeze is light
the vast sky stained with blue and gray
peace is far-reaching
not much clouds
nor stars
i look up and count
only three
and also a flying aircraft
crossing the sky
passing those stars
ocean is calm
just a ripplet in sight
distant high-rise neon
reflected on the water
phantom of the ocean
billows in the wind
padestrians on the coast
muttering
no babel of the day
sound waves seem to be
shrouded in duskiness.
A touch of green
ornaments the living environment
a good book
enriches the soul
the wind on the road
tranquilizes life
enthusiasm
nurtures the simple customs
kindness
dignifies the society
personality
is the refraction of the inner heart
is a scenery
creating a good spiritual ecology
broadens our life
optimism
beautifies the mood
positive motivation
forges a sunshiny
state of mind.
A pool of clear water
comes from the heavenly raindrops
from mysterious trickles
a pool of clear water
a mirror embedded amid mountains
has become the home of hills
trees
sky
the advocacy of nature
lauded by many
a pool of clear water
a godsend
of health.
Thousands of green silk
whisking the water surface
a fish is awakened
swims next to the willow trees
sniffing the breath of summer
the wind suddenly blows
the fish startled
swimming to and fro
as if playing with the willow twigs
sharing the scenery
spending moments of beauty
together.
You are magnimous and noble
strong and sturdy
life is evergreen
crystal clear
supplying jade nectar
for humanity
you are a shining golden shield
bearing a rosy dawn in your heart
your fluttering dress
is always
a symbol of peace
and goodness.
People say you’re a bundle of bright flying arrows
I say you’re the golden body of a combination of multicolored light
selflessly devoting the heat of zenith
for the growth and reproduction of all things
shining on the autumnal harvest of cultivators
sincerely painting the sky red
raising the golden scythe and sickle high
letting every ray of flame add
a miracle.
ChinHooi Ng's Poetic Notes 