Falling waters

Write in the park, day 21

Falling waters, a sonnet.

I came across a lively waterfall,
as I walked one morning in the park.
Its rocky cliff face imposing and tall,
adorned by shrubs and trees with thorny bark.

Restless waters noisy and excited,
Hastily running towards the rocky edge.
Leaping, jumping, looking much delighted,
Prancing, dancing, like actors on a stage.

A waterfall in the park

Rushing, gushing, one another pushing,
stumbling, tumbling, rumbling through the air.
Dropping, diving, frantically screaming,
falling swiftly into a pool down there.

These waters live a short and care-free life,
they're born to fall, it's how the waters thrive.

"Falling waters, a sonnet" — by Huang Bing Yao
Thu 07Jul22 0933 hrs GMT+8
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Happy ripples

Writing in the park. Day 14.

Happy ripples playing on the pond
Running, skipping, hopping without care
One moment they're here, the next they're gone
Chasing one another everywhere.

Rowdy ripples rush in frenzied waves
Bouncing about in unpredictable ways
Ripple against ripple strong and brave
Playfully battling all over the place.

Happy ripples on the pond

Carefree ripples, boundless, unrestrained
Celebrate in cheerful festive mood
Singing heartily their noisy refrains
Dancing in their friendly neighbourhood.

A happier, merrier scene one cannot find
Than happy ripples of the playful kind.

"Happy ripples" — a sonnet
by Huang Bing Yao
Fri 03Jun2022 0700 hrs GMT+8
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Solitude

Write in the park, Day 13.

A lonely flower in the park I spy,
disinterested, indifferent, all alone.
Quietly ignoring people passing by,
absorbed in a silence of its own.

Away from the rat race all around,
on a retreat from a hectic life.
In solitude its refreshment abound,
in quietness and peace its happiness thrive.

Solitary flower

Let's come aside from work that never ends,
from diverse duties all along our way.
From many obligations to our friends,
and find some rest in solitude today.

Spend not all your days in work and strife,
spare some time alone to live your life.

"Solitude" — a sonnet
by Huang Bing Yao
Thu 02Jun2022 0900 hrs GMT+8
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Buildings

I look across the city from a hill,
endless blocks of buildings do I see.
The hill is quiet, the morning air is still,
a gentle wind of thought blows upon me:

"Beneath those buildings made of stone and steel,
stand many other buildings big and small.
Buildings that we neither see nor feel,
they cast no shadows, make no sound at all.

A view of Kepong and northern KL

Teachers building students' knowledge and skill,
Parents building families at home.
Young people building careers with strong will,
Merchants building wealth in days to come."

Beneath those buildings standing tall and strong,
are buildings that we build our whole life long.

"Buildings" - a sonnet
by Huang Bing Yao
Mon 30May22 1344 hrs GMT+8
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The bamboo trail

Write in the park Day 10 — a sonnet

A long uncertain trail before you lies
Through a bamboo forest it does wind
Rays of sunlight shines through from the sky
You step forward and leave your past behind

Each shoot of bamboo a day in life you've spent
An accomplishment or mistake you have made
Your deeds or misdeeds the bamboo represent
Kind or cruel words that you have said

Bamboo trail

Joys or sorrows that you have been through
A memory that you cannot forget
Happy moments, times of sadness too
Feelings of satisfaction or regret

The bamboo forest never leaves your view
You don't take the trail, it is taking you.

"The bamboo trail" — a sonnet
by Huang Bing Yao
Tue 24May22 0854 hrs GMT+8
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Reeds in the Water

Write in the Park Day 05
(a sonnet)

I see a clump of reeds inside a pond
quietly growing up out of the water
With each other they seem to form a bond
huddled together, holding one another

I see a clump of reeds steadfast and strong
bravely standing, guarding their watery home
They say to all who chance to come along
"You - are not allowed near us to come"

Reeds in the water

I see a clump of reeds, upwards they grow
stretching, rising, reaching for the sky
From the water they would like to go
to touch the clouds, unceasingly they try

A clump of reeds in water do I spy
standing quietly, ignoring my passing by

"Reeds in the water"
by Huang Bing Yao
Thu 05May22 0837 hrs GMT+8
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Kind words

(A sonnet)

Happiness comes from hearing little words
Spoken from within a sincere heart.
A simple "Thank you" brings a smile when heard
"You're so sweet" does make a good day start.

Happiness comes when someone says "Well done!"
It lifts your spirit; warms your inner soul.
"Awesome" brightens like the morning sun
It drives away self-doubt and makes one whole.

"Glad to meet you" often brings to mind
A pleasant soul we'd like to meet again
"Very nice of you" are words so kind
It says your good deed is not done in vain

Simple little words are good to say
They bring us happiness in many ways.

"Kind words"
by Harold B Huang
Thu 28Apr22 2124 hrs GMT+8
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Day 28 : "love/happiness"
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The day I lost Blackie

(A sonnet)

Blackie was a little puppy dog
He came into my life when I was ten
He was small but heavy as a log
For want of a name, we called him Blackie then

Blackie was so playful yet endearing
He'd steal my sock and take away my shoe
Up and down the house he'd go a-hunting
It seems there's nothing Blackie wouldn't chew

One day we had to pack our things and move
To a shophouse in another town
A pet dog the landlord would not approve
"No Blackie!" said my father with a frown

Oh how my heart broke on that tearful day
To see my beloved Blackie given away.

"The day I lost Blackie"
by Harold B Huang
Wed 27Apr22 2321 hrs GMT+8
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Day 27 : "lost/found"
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Shadowy play

(A sonnet)

Every time you stop to talk with me,
you meet a veneer of my outer skin.
My outward behaviour is all you see,
while who I am is hidden deep within.

What I put on is my skin of choice:
the look on my face, gestures of my hand,
with my varied changing tones of voice,
and in the casual posture that I stand.

This skin of mine a scripted play performs,
in which I act out my own chosen drama,
a gripping life-like wayang of shadowy forms
moving together in perfect sandiwara.

Shadows of my skin are all you see,
underneath lurks that which is really me.

"Shadowy play"
by Harold B Huang
Thu 21Apr22 2120 hrs GMT+8
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Day 21 : "wayang kulit"
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