I have never considered myself as a poet, but I do like to jot something down, especially when I have a strong feeling about certain subjects. I went to downtown NYC with John on Sunday, July 31, 2011. I enjoyed taking a lot of photographs, while I was sorting my photos I had strong feelings about the subjects in the photos and the poems come to me. You can see some of them below:
Dreaming Of Homeland
Among the plants a man lies down
Dreaming of dumplings
And soy bean milk after waking time
Surrounded by live native Chinese music from the homeland
While others play a game of Mahjong
As some dance with hands and feet to Tai-Chi
A group of old women celebrate
Their motherhood well done
These are comforts for simple man
Dreaming of the homeland
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts 8.4.2011
This poem was inspired by the photographs I took in Columbus Park,Chinatown, NYC on Sunday, July 31, 2011. Here a man slept on a large garden rock happily, while his Chinese countrymen were busy with their activities.
Enjoy Before Your Time
Am I old?
My time shall come
But let me enjoy this minute
Before my time
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Friday, 8.12.11
Fortune Teller
Fortune Teller! Tell me! Tell me!
How my life and my fortune are going to be?
Oh yes! You are right!
I have trouble with my family!
What should I do?
Tell me! Tell me!
Oh yes! You are right!
Tell me more!
My fortune will come from the East!
How? I have to send money home every month
But I do believe you
So tell me more!
Oh! Thank you very much!
I feel good already
You solved my troubles
I will come to see you again
Here is some of my fortune
I share with you today
Hope you are right
I will give you more
Just tell me more!
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts 8.5.11 Friday, 9:45 PM
Sisterhood
Come closer!
I will protect you under my shade
I will hold the umbrella for you
No matter what!
Cozy in the park
Under the cool shade of sisterhood
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Friday, 8.12.2011
Tai Chi’s Movements
One leg up and one hand down
Chi is energy running through my veins
Body moves forward
Leg presses down
Back leg stretches
Supporting body leaning,PisaTower
Left arm up to balance the motion
And slowly back again
As the movement goes around
Like the rotating world
To stop the movement is to stop the world
I can stop the movement
When I stop my beating heart
But the world still turns
And the movement lives on
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Friday, 8.12.11
Lonely
Where are you going old man?
Take me with you!
I am a lonely bird
And you are a lonely man
So many people in the world everywhere
But we are all alone
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Friday, 8.5.2011
Trusting and Loving
A small head situates on my shoulder
I hold you tight
While your heart beats
And my heart beats are synchronized
Your little arm pressing on mine
There is nothing more heavenly than this
When a mother holds a sleeping child
I trust and love you Mom
You can carry me anywhere
Mommy don’t leave me
Take me with you
My life depend on you
But let me sleep for a little while
I will tuck my head on your shoulder
And I will go wherever you go Mom!
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Friday, 8.5.2011, 9:45 PM
Making Friends When Passing By
Hey! How are you?
Don’t move!
No! No!
I told you so!
OK. I’ll see you tomorrow
OK?
Don’t talk to me!
Don’t look at me!
Just play your game
I see you tomorrow
OK?
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Wednesday, 8.17.2011, 3:37AM
Dead Pigeon
Sad! Pigeon died alone on street
Sad! Homeless man died alone in city
Sad! Rich man died alone in town
Life vanishes and goes alone in the ground
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Wednesday, 8.17.2011, 3:30AM
I am a Garbage collector, And Proud of It
People throw away things
I collect them
To be recycle for a better world
And it is better for me
To be independent
Take care of myself
I am a garbage collector
And proud of it
Please give me a nod
Or smile while you pass me by
Above is the 2nd edition of this poem. When I showed John my 1st one he did not like it but I like both of them. Below is my 1st writing:
Conservation
People throw away things
I collect them
To be recycled for a better world
And it is better for me
To be independent
Take care of myself
I am a garbage colletor
And you are a garbage maker
You are what you produce
So, you are the garbage of the world
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.19.2011, 12:11 PM and 12:02 PM
Lovers in the Park
Touching your back
You lean on me
I am happy with you on my arm
Let me forget the other troubles
And let the world go by
I will treasure this moment
No one but you
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.19.2011, 12:15 PM
Water Gives and Water Takes
Girl drinks water in hot sun
Watching water fountain spray mist in the sun
Cool heart
Cool feeling
People flock when fountain runs
Tsunami comes with flood
Water flows
Takes away life and pleasure after it’s gone
Water gives life to living things
Water takes life while survivors mourn
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.18.2011, 5:30 PM
Family
Family walking together in a group
Mother in between as a link of chain
Father in the back cares for all
Child drinks nourishment and follows along
Marching together in one small group
Another group of families marching along
One family multiplies to more
That is the origin of families
As father, mother and children are important
For society and the world
The traditional family consists of a father, mother and children. But when the father or mother dies then the meaning of family is changed. Some traditional laws need to be adapted and changed as the society becomes more civilized, free and fair for all citizens.
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.19.2011, 12:35 PM
Civilize
What is civilized?
When we walk upright
Trying ones best to survive
With integrity and concern for others
Let us practice this together
It may make us become civilized
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.20.2011, 12:38 PM
Innocent Little Girl
Little Girl, Little Girl
Lovely and innocent
Hugging her friend
With love and gentleness
Happiness with little things
But full of love and kindness
And bright as the morning sun
Gentle enough
Not too hot as an afternoon
Blazing sun
Little girl, little girl
Once I feel but it passed me by
Look back with smile
To see happy little girl
As I was young once
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Wednesday, January 4, 2012, 11:15 pm
Respect!
See! We are different! Yet we are the same!
Young girls in short, short tight pants with low cut blouses
Showing their boobs to tease the boys
Their hormones charging
As the young men’s do
On the other hand
A woman dresses in a light blue cover over all
Only her face appears talking to the friends
They seem not to care what she or others wear
Clothes are cover up to express oneself
But what information in people’s brains is undefined
We cannot build Rome in one day
We have to respect and talk of reasons
As I told my Muslim customer who dress in black over all
I respect you if that make you happy
The exception is that without hurting yourselves and others
Basically, we are the same
As all humans and creatures do
We eat, we shit, we sleep and we all die
So do not kill each other before it time
Respect! Respect! Respect!
For the Peace will come to mankind.
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Sunday, 8.14.2011, 7:21 PM
Peace Comes To My Baby
Oh! Peace! Oh! Peace comes!
I will rock my baby to sleep
With my soft voice singing a lullaby
Rock-a-bye, baby
In the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all
Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum————–
Oh! My baby I will not let you fall
I will hold you gently
Rock you in my arms
Oh! Peace comes to my baby!
I will kiss you on your closing eyes
Don’t worry baby we are one
Sleep, sleep peacefully
You will not die at nineteen in the war
Mommy will hold you gently
Oh! Peace comes to my baby!
Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum————–
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Sunday, 8.14.2011 at 12:40P.M.
Hey! Mr. President, What Is It Going To Be?
A woman looks at the Peace symbol and wonders
When will Peace come to me and my child?
I wonder if my son is going to war when he is nineteen?
I watch public TV showing pictures of soldiers who die so young
Some only nineteen and most in their early twenties
Hey! Mr. President
What is it going to be?
If my child dies in war I die too
My life will be meaningless
Hey! Mr. President
What is it going to be?
Presidents come and Presidents go
The forty third President
Mr. George Bush, Jr.
Who started the war
Is sitting having coffee or tea
In his large ranch inTexas
But the wars still go on
And kids still die in wars
Hey! Mr. President
What is it going to be?
With the stroke of a pen, the order trickles down
Poor kids, poor soldiers
Never come back home again
Hey! Mr. President
What is it going to be?
May peace be with you and your family sir!
And hope that Peace will be with me
And my baby too!
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Sunday, 8.14.2011, 2:56 A.M
Mr. Hat Man
Let me try on your hat
The red one better for me?
No! Let me see the white one
Hum! Too tight
How about the black?
I like this one
How much?
Too much!
I’ll be back
When I have more time
Now I know what you have
Yes lady!
Don’t come again
This poem comes from my experience taking care of some of my customers. Some customers want to see everything and love to try on things, which consumes a lot of my time. At the end they sometimes say, “I will be back when I have more time now I know what you have.” I smile to the customer and think to myself, “Please don’t come again.”
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.20.2011, 12:57 PM
Asians, Blacks, Whites, in the City Park
Black Americans or Africans
Chinese American and Indian Americans or Asians
White Americans or Europeans
And other mixtures in the city
Best time in the park
To see a mixture of people
Come out to have fun
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Thursday, 8.18.2011, 5:00 PM
The Wall between the Living and Dead
The wall between the living and dead
Is so thin
Yes! You are here today
Then you are gone
Life is fragile
Life is precious
As you value life
You value yourself
And you value all living things
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Saturday, 8.20.2011, 4:17 PM
Kissing the Gravestone
A branch leans down
Casting the shadow of leaves
Kissing the gravestone
It is a beautiful sight
As the memory lives on
Whoever you are
May peace be with you always
The kissing leaves upon your grave
Will be there every day
When the sun shine on
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Saturday, 8.20.2011, 10:43 PM
Building to Building to Building
Building to Building to Building
All around
Some tall, some short
Square boxes stack up high
Who’s there? Who’s there? Who’s there?
I am here!
People in tall buildings on top of each other
Do you know me neighbor?
Strangers in tall buildings here and there!
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, 8.21.2011, 4:05 AM
Hey! Mr. Homeless Man!
Hey! Mr. Homeless man!
Sleep peacefully in the park
Summer time it is the best place to be
You own the park with the beauty of trees
You are free to roam from park to park
Just watch for Mr. Policeman coming to chase you away
But meanwhile have a good time with the trees
I wonder if your stomach is free!
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts Monday, 8.15.2011
What Is Art?
Art on the wall
Or art in the garden
With people and trees
Or just a reflection of a garden
Overlay of artwork on the wall
Art is life or life is art
Or both!
Is art everything?
It depends on how you look at it
It depends on how you compose your life
It can become the finest art in the world
If you only try your best
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, 8.22.2011, 9:14 PM
Alone
We come alone
And we go alone
It such a lonely thought
But it is the nature of life
Time to time we give in
With love, company and friendship
But when the bond is broken
It hurts so much
We better go back
To be alone again
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Sunday, January 1, 2012, 5:30 pm
2 Responses to Ing’s Poems
- DARREL ARMSTRONG says:
October 19, 2011 at 3:06 pm
outstanding
- ing says:
October 21, 2011 at 12:03 pm
Hi Darrel,
I just open my emails today. To my surprise I received your 3 emails. Thank you so much for your comments. I am always grateful and appreciate receiving comments, both positive, and negative. Kind words and smiles always make the world brighter. The comments make me learn more and encourage me to achieve better things in life.
Please remember that life is what we make it. Everything comes and goes; we have to find peace and happiness in ourselves. If we are looking for somebody else to give us happiness it might never come or we might never be satisfied. But if we are not seeking happiness from others then when someone gives us a smile or kind manner then we will be happier and appreciate what we receive.
I hope you do not mind my philosophical attitude. From your comments “peace to me also mean freedom, but freedom of thoughts as well.” Freedom is an essential component of life because you are conscious of it that makes you better able to cope with life in a positive direction.
Sincerely yours,
Ing
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