A Salute To Miss Emily
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Posted:Mar 20, 2011 6:34 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2011 10:19 pm 2505 Views
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This poem is a salute to Miss Emily Dickinson and is based on her poem "The Cricket Sang".
Song of the Cricket Band
The shrill song of the Cricket Band
Goes rushing up the hill
As sunset starts to hesitate
And twilight stands so still.
As workers down their tools and trek
Their way home for a rest,
Shy stars that hide behind the clouds
Prepare their twinkling best.
A grey and tranquil cloak descends
As birds fly homeward bound;
Night slips in and with it a chill,
Day leaves without a sound.
A misty blanket prowls the land
Like tigers in the zoo
The dark night hides its travel as
It coats the grass with dew
An owl calls out from trees above
And sends the night agog;
The moon emerges ghostly like
A flower in the fog
Lee
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Foto Friday - Green
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Posted:Mar 17, 2011 9:35 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2011 7:40 pm 2983 Views
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Robin Ant Hood
There was once a hero by the name of Robin Ant Hood who lived in the green Sherwood Japanese Rose Forest in Taiping with his good friend, Little John Beetle, and his band of merry men. Although John was a big man, he had a yellow streak and would only emerge after the fight is over. That is why he was also known as John the Chickenheart.
The lovely Ladybird Marian also lived there and, boy, was she enamoured with Robin; she would blush a bright red every time Robin is around.
Now, these were turbulent times and Robin and his men had to fight the greedy Prince Black Bee John and the evil Sheriff Mealy Bug who turns white with fright whenever he faces Robin.
But good always triumph over evil (or so they say). Sheriff Mealy Bug was slain by Robin and Prince Black Bee John was thrown into the dungeon still clutching two bags of gold.
Robin, Marian, Little John and all the merry men lived happily ever after.
The End
Lee
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The Flame
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Posted:Mar 15, 2011 1:33 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2012 8:54 am 2462 Views
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Clockwise from top left is
1. A Flame of the forest tree in bloom.
2. A close-up of the blossoms.
3. A Flame of the forest flower showing the spotted standard.
4. A shot of the leaves from below.
This tree is located just outside the Taiping War Cemetery. The Flame of the forest can grow bigger and taller than that in the picture. Please take note of the light green pinnate leaves which looks like feathers and the umbrella shape of the tree. Also note that the scarlet blossoms are large and in bunches. The flower has an upright petal with white spots called the standard. Its function is to guide visiting insects to the nectar.
The tree has just started to bloom but you can imagine what it would look like when the tree-top is covered with the scarlet blossoms. Now close your eyes and imagine that you are driving in the countryside when you chance upon a forest, or a hill, dotted with these blooming Flame trees and you will realize why the tree is named as such.
Lee
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Is this love?
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Posted:Mar 9, 2011 5:30 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2011 9:36 pm 2403 Views
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love birds by ferix_bucket
Yesterday as I was riding home on my white motorbike among moderately heavy traffic, I suddenly came upon a dead bird on the road. Another bird was risking its life darting in and out of the traffic to try to get to the dead bird and, above the din of the busy road, I could almost hear it pleading and cajoling the dead bird to get up again. Is this love?
Lee
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Fall
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Posted:Mar 5, 2011 11:18 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2011 9:06 pm 2393 Views
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Fallen leaves is by Lee 1959
Indian Summer is by Caitilarkin
Snowflake is by BalzingCraze
brown leaves
litter the cold hard ground
bare branches
brief respite
to warm chilled bones
Indian summer
usher
to the blinding white
first snowflake
Lee
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ringing
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Posted:Mar 2, 2011 10:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2011 7:15 pm 2606 Views
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Bluebell Wood by Rajenjolz
ringing
throughout the woods in spring
bluebells
Lee
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Love Flowers
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Posted:Feb 28, 2011 11:09 pm
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2011 5:08 am 2346 Views
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This is one of the rare love poems that I have written. The second quatrain has feminine endings.
Rose by JohnKattt
A rosebud burgeons in the misty dawn,
Alluring and resplendent in the light.
A shy glance and my trembling heart is gone;
Beyond belief but it's love at first sight.
A blooming flower in all its splendor,
Intoxicates me with its wild fragrance;
While we dance to the song "Love Me Tender"
The kind sun smiles on us with warm patience.
The sun sets and the rose begins to wilt;
The wind is crying as we say goodbye.
In every fallen petal lies our guilt;
Our love is lost and we do not know why.
Lee
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Sojourn in Kyoto
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Posted:Feb 23, 2011 12:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2011 10:06 pm 2315 Views
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Reflected in the lake were autumn's hues,
Red, orange, yellow in a wild mélange;
Distorted when the ducks and rowboats cruise
Beside the ramen shop where voices sang.
Red lanterns swayed, inebriated by
Rice wine, oblivious of autumn's chill;
I sat in wonder as the cold winds sigh
And slalom their way down the flaming hill.
Then dusk descended like a swarm of bees
To carry autumn's palette far away;
I closed my eyes to memorize all these
Before they're all engulfed in quiet grey.
I had to leave although I wanted more;
"We'll meet again, perhaps in spring." I swore.
Lee
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Foto Friday (Valentine) - Taiping Love Story
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Posted:Feb 10, 2011 8:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2012 8:54 am 2692 Views
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Introduction:
The loves and lives of the people in Taiping, a town where everyone knows your name, are entwined with the Taiping Lake Garden. Taipingites cannot imagine living without the lake and this is their love story.
Clockwise from top-left.
1. Young Love
They met, fell in love and courted at the Taiping Lake Garden. Now they have decided to get married here where it all began.
2. Middle Age
The are away at college so they have time to themselves. Even though they still have to work to support the , they somehow find time to stroll around the lake every day.
3. Retirement
The are grown up now and working in the big cities and they have a lot of time on their hands as they are now retired. They like to spend their time at the lake under the old oak tree and amongst the green green grass of home chatting from dawn till dusk.
Okay, okay, it is not an oak tree but I just cannot resist.
4. Memories
She is gone now somewhere over the rainbow but he insists on going to the Lake Garden every day to sit amongst the green green grass beneath the old oak tree where he can "meet and chat with her again." He has difficulty walking and his eyesight is not so good so the grandson has to take him there. A filial boy, he is.
The End.
Lee
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