john tiong chunghoo Comments

very nice poems, well done, thanks, all the best that is what we are expecting from a good poet such as you dear friend

find your poems deep and intense it identify with the eternity i feel inside me...

excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

a nice poem john, love to see you, hope sometimes we could talk about that poem, bravo

nice poems, they inspire me much

beautiful poem, John...I becam member here only for reading your verses...good, now I look for the haiku

Wonderfully enlightening poetry portraying many different aspects of life, A real joy to read and be inspired by.Thank you.

john, i´ll read more of your works, I really deserve it! you´re excellent! that part of blood means that I´m a woman at first place, but it may also mean a metaphor in terms of that biblical passage when Jesus had ben sweating blood under the Oliver Tree Mount... It´s can represent the pain felt by the humanity. Thanks for commenting! Warmly, Sílvia

john, I simply loved this poem of yours! congratulations on all of them, but when it comes to be a poem that includes the full moon...it´s the most inspiring thing to me, ever!

''Keep On! ! ''

Not rubbish - modern physics, see for example 'The Elegant Universe' by Brian Greene. The time of a traveler moving at the speed of light relative to you is stopped according to your watch, just as your time is to the traveler. This is Einstein's special theory of relativity. Photons are sub-atomic “entities” that convey light. They have the extraordinary property of always traveling at the same speed no matter where they are coming from, from where they are observed, or how fast, or in what direction the observer is traveling. Since light travels at the speed of light relative to anything, everything, there is no time in the realm of light (also it is by no means clear that light is bound by the laws of space, see the new work on entangled photons that appear to communicate instantaneously no matter how far apart) . Strange but true. The eight odd seconds that light takes to reach you from the sun is your time, not light's. As a poet I recommend that you read the new cosmology, it is very strange but very beautiful.

A Buddhist monk was once asked if art could be a path to enlightenment. He answered that it was a good way to start but the danger was that one became attached to one's creations. I send you to renderings of D. T. Suzuki's translations of Kaku-an's poems for the first and eighth oxherding pictures. Searching For The Ox (first oxherding picture) Kaku-an Shi-en Sung Dynasty China ca.1300 AD Alone in the wild Lost in the forest The boy searches searches The flooding streams The distant mountains The endless path Exhausted In despair Nowhere to go At dusk he hears only cicadas Buzzing in the maple woods From a translation by D. T. Suzuki Ox and Man Vanish (eighth oxherding picture) Kaku-an Shi-en Sung Dynasty China ca.1300 AD Nothing there No whip - no rope - no man - no ox Who can tell the size of the sky? No snowflakes fall above the fire When all this is so The ancient Mind appears From a translation by D. T. Suzuki

I like the Haiku's. I thought they were supposed to be 5 syllables,7 syllables, and the 5 again....?