Sunday, March 08, 2015

even surcharges are no incentives

I wrote this nonsense for NaPoWriMo 2013. I think no one read this piece of crap yet.

There was a time I was recalled back to work in the dead of night pretty frequently. Ah, the nightmares!

photo by dsnake1

even surcharges are no incentives

it's 5 a.m. +
a cold, lonely strip of road
and all i am thinking is home.
but the taxis won't stop.
the drivers see
a single male
with a bag
and just speed on.

perhaps it was the bag.

after the 4th
uncooperative cab or so,
the first bus of the day comes,
it's headlights flaring.
it stops
when flagged.
the driver
is sullen,
a couple of passengers
laid in the seats
like dead fishes.

but really it's okay.


The original title of this piece was "early morning transport" but I thought it was a lousy title.

"and when the driver cracked a joke
about the government
the three of us laughed again
in the middle of the night."

-- dsnake1, night takes.

Shared on Poetry Pantry #242 at Poets United.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

Labels: , , ,

Sunday, February 22, 2015

in the year of the goat

The Lunar New Year is already four days old, and I am really enjoying myself these few days, doing all the things I liked, like goofing off, eating and drinking, and abusing the video game machine. And writing a blog post again.

Let's hope it will be a good year too. Tomorrow, it will be back to the daily grind.

photo by dsnake1

in the year of the goat

let us then
be like the lotus
blooming out of mud
resilient & hopeful
or the sparrows that play
under the shadow of the bodhisattva
knowing that they will be protected
or the first light beams of the dawn
true and sharp and fearless
let us sing tunes
even without words
let us be then
all of these.



© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

Labels: , , , , ,

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

that you left me

photo by G Hodan
image from

that you left me

i was afraid
time will erase
your memories

your smiles

and i am
getting old

so today
i will just

some words

i cannot
send you
a card
like before

or take your
hands in mine

and point to
the stars
in the sky

take this as
a poem

for you

and if you
have read it
you will smile

and would
have cried.


"Sometimes, in moments of quiet solitude,the past catches up with you and holds your hand."
-- dsnake1, urban poems, Feb 2008

This is another re-post. But today is a special day...

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

Labels: , , , ,

Sunday, January 18, 2015


I know I shouldn't be posting this, the first post of the year...

photo by Yuriy
image from publicdomainpictures


walking across an empty car park, my heart has taken on the darkness of this night. i am thinking about a lot of things, the twelve hour shift i have just clocked, the hunger in my belly, the way this country is going, this rain that is still falling. the two NYC cops. Christmas doesn't feel like Christmas anymore. you want to run tears like the cold rain that had fallen on your face.

i punch a coke
from the vending machine.
wish it was a beer.


"and i shelter in the dark
like bats seeking moonlight"

-- dsnake1, after a rain

Shared on Poetry Pantry #235 at Poets United.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

Labels: , , , , , , ,

Thursday, January 01, 2015

a lesson

Raise your hands all those who agree that 2014 had been mostly a bad year.

digital sketch by dsnake1, made with Sketchpad

a lesson

On a New Year's eve, as I was about to go to work in the afternoon, a lady knocked on my front door. She was selling ballpoint pens. She had a card stating she was partially blind. Her dress had seen better days, but she was neat. She was also missing a couple of front teeth.

As I was in a hurry, I declined. She smiled and apologised and started to walk away. And then like a slap, it hit me. This is New Year's eve, for goodness sake. Why were you so mean? And I ran and caught up with the lady at the lift landing.

So I bought a pen from the lady, all for two bucks. I am kicking myself now. I mean, how much can one make from two bucks? I should have bought a few more. Here I was griping about working on New Year's eve, and here was a lady who would probably never be able to find a job that can pay her a decent wage.

Today has taught me a lesson. Slow down, man, slow down. Breathe, and then breathe deeply again. You may be able to see better.


Here's wishing all my readers a safe and happy New Year!

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

Labels: , ,

Monday, December 08, 2014

urban snapshots in monochrome : wing

When I was starting on this blog, I wrote a series of short poems called "urban snapshots in monochrome". These were based on snippets of images I came across, mostly during my journeys to and from work. Why "monochrome"? I will not tell you. :)

I am very busy with work, so I will just make do with this old post this week.

drawing by dsnake1

urban snapshots in monochrome : wing

a torn wing
like a black scythe
on wet asphalt
       in parking lot

somewhere a crow
will not fly
or is dead.


Shared on Poetry Pantry #230 at Poets United.

The image is a ink and pencil sketch on paper, and then scanned.

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2014

Labels: , , , , , ,

Sunday, November 30, 2014

one tree

Today, on a bicycle ride along the coast, I came across a tree, probably a pong-pong tree (cerbera odollam), all by itself, along the beach. A strange sight, because most of the trees,if not all, were in little clusters around.

This brought back some memories because as a child, us village kids would like to play around trees and came to learn which fruits are edible and which are poisonous. No, the tree that I came across today was not the old tree of our youth. That tree, and others, were probably cut down to make way for a container port.

But it did inspire the following poem. :)

photo by dsnake1

one tree

one tree
where the sea salt ever sprays
we played under its leaves
as children
laughing, mocking, crying.
now we are returning home
as old men
guilt, loss, scars
and still
she greets us
the tree
where the sea salt still sprays
her leaves waving in the wind
embracing us
as children.
this tree.


Shared on Poetry Pantry #229 at Poets United.
Hope to be back next week with a better poem. :)

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2014

Labels: , , ,