Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
What is Poetry?
What is poetry? A short piece of imaginative writing, of a personal nature and laid out in lines is the usual answer. Will that do?
Poetry definitions are difficult, as is aesthetics generally. What is distinctive and important tends to evade the qualified language in which we attempt to cover all considerations. Perhaps we could say that poetry was a responsible attempt to understand the world in human terms through literary composition.
The terms beg many questions, of course, but poetry today is commonly an amalgam of three distinct viewpoints. Traditionalist argue that a poem is an expression of a vision that is rendered in a form intelligible and pleasurable to others and so likely to arouse kindred emotions. For Modernists, a poem is an autonomous object that may or may not represent the real world but is created in language made distinctive by its complex web of references. Postmodernists look on on poems as collages of current idioms that are intriguing but self-contained — they employ, challenge and/or mock preconceptions, but refer to nothing beyond themselves.
Source: http://www.poetrymagic.co.uk/
Poetry definitions are difficult, as is aesthetics generally. What is distinctive and important tends to evade the qualified language in which we attempt to cover all considerations. Perhaps we could say that poetry was a responsible attempt to understand the world in human terms through literary composition.
The terms beg many questions, of course, but poetry today is commonly an amalgam of three distinct viewpoints. Traditionalist argue that a poem is an expression of a vision that is rendered in a form intelligible and pleasurable to others and so likely to arouse kindred emotions. For Modernists, a poem is an autonomous object that may or may not represent the real world but is created in language made distinctive by its complex web of references. Postmodernists look on on poems as collages of current idioms that are intriguing but self-contained — they employ, challenge and/or mock preconceptions, but refer to nothing beyond themselves.
Source: http://www.poetrymagic.co.uk/
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Lost
In the middle of the crossroads I stand UnIntended
All around me I stand foreign and Unfamiliar
Without any plans my destination UnDecided
My mind blank and thoughts UnCommitted
The world moves by me UnInhibitted
As I stand there looking UnContented
Lost I am The world quite UnComplicated
As I wait on my path UnAnnointed
I stand at my very spot UnMotivated
As hard I try My Position UnImproved
But Lucky I am My Position UnReversed
I am Lost in this world I stay Unfounded
All around me I stand foreign and Unfamiliar
Without any plans my destination UnDecided
My mind blank and thoughts UnCommitted
The world moves by me UnInhibitted
As I stand there looking UnContented
Lost I am The world quite UnComplicated
As I wait on my path UnAnnointed
I stand at my very spot UnMotivated
As hard I try My Position UnImproved
But Lucky I am My Position UnReversed
I am Lost in this world I stay Unfounded
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Stranger in the Mirror
As I look into the mirror this morning
I wondered if it is truly me I see
It looks like me yet not like me
The built, the hair and the eyes the same
But is it truly me I see
As I look into the mirror this morning
I see a man different a moment ago
Aged, Withered, Battled and Torn
I wondered who is the stranger I see ahead
A Stranger I am and never was
I wondered if it is truly me I see
It looks like me yet not like me
The built, the hair and the eyes the same
But is it truly me I see
As I look into the mirror this morning
I see a man different a moment ago
Aged, Withered, Battled and Torn
I wondered who is the stranger I see ahead
A Stranger I am and never was
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
People of Tokyo
Its not What Others see of us and rather How We see ourselves in the world that Matters
As we can be what we are mould to be or what we choose to be
We were given the choice at birth The Freedom to choose Who we are to be
Change the world and not let the world change us I say
For its Who we are that defines us and Not who we ought to be
As we can be what we are mould to be or what we choose to be
We were given the choice at birth The Freedom to choose Who we are to be
Change the world and not let the world change us I say
For its Who we are that defines us and Not who we ought to be
Tokyo Street Artists
One of my favorite things to do when in different countries is to try to capture pictures of street artists. Below are pictures of 2 street artists that I snapped during my stay in Tokyo.
Tokyo Disney Night Parade
Below are the pictures I have taken whilst in Tokyo Disney for their night parade. First up would be the fairy queen with her knights, second would be snow white and the seven dwarves and thirdly it is cinderalla. There were more pictures, but I chose the 3 top photos to share with you guys.
I would highly recommend people who visit Tokyo Disney to stay till the night parade to enjoy this electrifying explosion of light displays.
I would highly recommend people who visit Tokyo Disney to stay till the night parade to enjoy this electrifying explosion of light displays.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Paper Hopes
Sometimes when we are lost we can only pray
Believe in miracles and have faith in God's grace
To always be guided by Him and not astray
Away the darkness the light of right bask our face
On thee I lay my problems and prayers to Him
Godspeed may thee deliver Him my Paper Hopes
Heavily I leave thee on his chord of Hymn
And pray He seeth and answers my Hope of Hopes
The Indigo Mansion
In the night it stands bold and tall,
Indigo blue and colours defined.
Serene and peaceful within its four walls
Majesticly restored it stands refined.
Relish thy richness and savour thy quaintness
Alone in thy courtyard I sit solemn and awed
Living the moment and enjoy the stillness
Soaking in thys majesty with our souls united
Cheong Fatt Tze Mansion
Situated In the district of George Town, Cheong Fatt Tze Mansion sits right at the beginning of the heritage trail near E&O Hotel. Its vivid colours and eclectic character makes it a highly photogenic destination point filled with atmosphere. Its majestic ambience with its fusion of oriental and colonial touch gives it a unique character to wow about. When I first stepped into this photogenic mansion, I was drawn by its character and when I found it has guest rooms, I know where I would house myself next time I come to Penang.
Cheong Fatt Tze was an Aristocrat who loved to travel and owned many mansions throughout the region, but penang was his favorite place and hence its in here that he built his most lavished masterpiece on the best fengshui spot and in the "perfect" fengshui way. Built in 1880s, it became really runned down and was restored and put into the Unesco programme in year 2000, winning the distinguished acolade of "Most Excellent Project UNESCO Asia Pacific Heritage Awards 2000". For more information about this Gem of Penang, visit here.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Our Time
When Time takes shape, it disappears,
With the breaths we took and the memories we lived.
As it slowly robs the light and bring upon darkness,
Bringing us further from the past.
I once tried to turn and catch it passing by,
So that I can move it back for just a moment.
But only its breath and brush did I feel,
Realizing that I missed more than I caught.
See Time as it is and not what it was.
Move forward with it and let it pass you by not.
Linger and you will be the past and not present.
With the breaths we took and the memories we lived.
As it slowly robs the light and bring upon darkness,
Bringing us further from the past.
I once tried to turn and catch it passing by,
So that I can move it back for just a moment.
But only its breath and brush did I feel,
Realizing that I missed more than I caught.
See Time as it is and not what it was.
Move forward with it and let it pass you by not.
Linger and you will be the past and not present.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
In War
With deafening Drums Thundering into the night
Like Wild Stallions the Wind rides this barren land
Under skies so broody without stars nor moon in sight
Boiling red rivers run vast across the stained sand
A Sense of Chill suddenly fills the air
As Birds of Steel circle high above thee
With Horror in their eyes they flock in pairs
Ready to swoop and rip apart all they see
The grounds shake as if an earthquake approaches
As a shadow so dark moves across the ground
With screeches and wails so loud our ears ache
Unknowing more rapid our hearts seem to pound
A moment the world in stillness we hold
The sky starts to clear and on the morrow
Upon our eyes mountains of flesh do unfold
The falling rain reddened with anger and warmed in sorrow.
Our hearts grieved the fallen and our minds forever scarred
With the imminent memories of horror pain and fear
All our beloved brothers dead and drowned in red
Forever in our hearts for them we shed a melancholic tear
Like Wild Stallions the Wind rides this barren land
Under skies so broody without stars nor moon in sight
Boiling red rivers run vast across the stained sand
A Sense of Chill suddenly fills the air
As Birds of Steel circle high above thee
With Horror in their eyes they flock in pairs
Ready to swoop and rip apart all they see
The grounds shake as if an earthquake approaches
As a shadow so dark moves across the ground
With screeches and wails so loud our ears ache
Unknowing more rapid our hearts seem to pound
A moment the world in stillness we hold
The sky starts to clear and on the morrow
Upon our eyes mountains of flesh do unfold
The falling rain reddened with anger and warmed in sorrow.
Our hearts grieved the fallen and our minds forever scarred
With the imminent memories of horror pain and fear
All our beloved brothers dead and drowned in red
Forever in our hearts for them we shed a melancholic tear
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