The past
like turning pages
flashing words
vivid storyline
attractive
infective
unforgettable
everyone has
perhaps
unforgettable
moments and events
whenever they come up
thoughts surge up
mind stirred up
the innocence
the passion
and now
less impetuous emotions
the past having
gained momentum from growth
most worthy of being
treasured.
In the evening
scenes of twilight
slow winds
walking on the concrete roads
scrolls of paintings
slide after slide
all come into view
hyaline skies
fiery sunset
long old bridge
clear reflection in the water
still a beautiful sky
so beautiful
so real
so close
so is everything
in nature.
I vaguely recall
a little brown dog
let’s call it Miracle
from the old house
dragging its tail
sniffing with its nose
running around
being very clingy
i remember
everytime we came home
it came running
toward my baby stroller
before we moved
the good delicious food
Miracle was always fed
so it was shining
luminously i’d say
with its belly bulging
when we moved
it was fed by the neigbors
not very much
but still capable of being full
when neighbors moved
it was left
in the forlorn yard
for about a month
everytime we talked about it
i was worried
said it might have starved to death
or run far far away
and become a stray
we went back once
there it was
lying in the old yard
hungry gauntly
walking unsteadily
ate a lot of wild weeds
alot of corn cobs
in the corners
there were piles of feces
granules of grass and leaves
we hurried up
and gave Miracle water
fed it ham and other edibles
Miracle gobbled it all up
greedily
ate eveything clean
suddenly
my eyes tered up
Miracle survived alone
without food
without going anywhere
it stayed there
the perserverance
resilience
to life
the loyalty
guardianship
to its dwelling
strong confidence and vitality
supported Miracle
and the love
was sincere
a tearjerker
insisting on patience, persistence
and toughness
to its life
it was truly
inspirational
a miracle.
Twilight
the sky is beautiful
cerulean and full of fleece
bright moonlight within
a cloud painting
tonight
the night is captivating
the wind calling
a beautiful fairy tale realm
what kind of holy ceremony is this
filmy starry honeyed
ultramarine tiles
the sky seems to be calling for
the arrival of some advanced lifeform
round halo of the moon
a wild horse roving
golden sparks turn into
delicate flowers in the woods
an agile dragon passing though
the muzzy mountains so peaceful
clusters of chrysanthemum blooming
releasing a frgrance so indistinct
in the wilderness
pairs of murmuring birds
climb above the silver branches
playing and playing
tonight
the night is waning
the distant lights intoxicating
all the devout and wet
dew leading the way
in this world of emotions
full of passion
enthusiasm
yet tender
just like water.
No matter you are wealthy
welloff or poor
no matter you worry
about clothing or food
no matter you are bright
intelligent or otherwise
no matter you are fit as a fiddle
healthy or disabled
the world belongs
to you
including the warm sunshine
the fresh air
and the charmed century
perhaps
others look down upon you
sneer, ridicule or laugh at you
treat you like a burden
or even abandon
you
do not ever look down on yourself
the world is beautiful
not just because of the flowers
happiness is never just
chasing after fame or fortune
do your best to cultivate
your soul’s acreage
your plot of land
and you will find
that plot of land will grow the fun
the happiness
and the joys of life
use the power within
pursue your inner being
let yourself enjoy the dividends
of this
developed century
with dignity
the world
is a world we decorate
together
everyone is a beautiful tidbit
of the world
even though the world has
the different you and me
but you and me
should not be
seperated from the participation
in the transformation
of the world
the world belongs to us
to me and to you
too.
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In the air after the rain
it’s filled with a hint of
faint fragrance
grass, leaves and soil
are perfumed
beautiful mood starts spreading
around this environment
at this time in my eyes
what i see is beautiful
i see
sparkling water surfaces
light thin clouds
i see
the distance is near
i see
hope in front of me
at this time
i feel
warmth in my heart
exhortation from childhood
whisper of lover in my ear
light flashing in the night
tepid currents
in the wilderness
and the glebe
of my heart.
Walking through the avenues
of the city
accompanied by a bright night
wide flat road
stretching straight
toward the distant horizon
glitter envelops blue sky
glitter shrouds the night
over the campus
and overwhelms
every smile
countless vehicles
flowing
in the middle of the city
carrying a lot of waiting
lots of dream and fantasy
shortening the distance home
with the violence of motor
illumination in the city
scatters on the paths
dispels darkness around
wanderers and wayfarers
it insists on burning
til a brighter tomorrow.
The red fire in the sky
a burning ball
bathed in warm golden light
every cloud that burns
wears a red garment
there’s also a fire
in your kitchen
blue and sparkling flame
sweet and sour and sweet
sometimes a dancing willowy smoke
will float out
you planted in spring
that group of green furry fire
burning in the courtyard
looking at the northwest wind
october chrysanthemums open
colorfully
also the fire that kindles
your heart
when evening comes
silently lights you up
the sacred night
in full bloom.
You are
the moon of the west
sun of the east
unlimited playback
in memory
brilliant starlight
in the fireworks
you are still
the glory
on the boundless cliff
shining
inside of time.
The mountain village
in deep autumn
ignites a bonfire
loneliness of dead leaves
the mountain so thin
cold autumn moon
at the other end
listens to the song
of the flowing time
a nightingale swept across the fields
over the branches of old tree
at the entrance view
between heaven and earth
a searing light
penetrates endless night
warming and illuminating
you and me.
ChinHooi Ng's Poetic Notes 