Weaning off for a while…
Hi,
I will be on a semi- hibernating mode.
🙏🙏🙏💐
- Chen Song Ping, August 2021.
Weaning off for a while…
Hi,
I will be on a semi- hibernating mode.
🙏🙏🙏💐
Blogging: understanding my viewerships thus far
United States (7471 views)
India (3679 views)
Italy (2572 views)
Malaysia ( 2079 views)
Spain, UK, Canada, Australia, Indonesia, Turkey…
Malaysia is fourth in viewership of my posts. Many of them aren’t bloggers, probably friends and acquaintances.
I love recipes, short stories, and poems. I learn to appreciate photography and new digital arts!
It has been a good experience reading posts from the seventy-eight countries. 🙏🙏🙏
Blogging: Viewership supporters

My viewership
comprises a handful of
staunch likathoners.
They are probably trying to help me
I am sorry
I was not able
to return them as much
though I do enjoy
your posts and your recipes.
But thanks to you
all the same!
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Faithful Friday with the News Breaker
This is a poetic triplet (tercet) depicting faith and the anguish after a cancer diagnosis.
They come to break the cancer news decision over treatments, I muse with meditative prayers and cues. Vegetarian I am on Fridays Feeling dispirited, in malaise At times, in denial, fiercely ablaze. In your hand I take it all in a stride though tears came and dried this journey I will take under your guide.
Quotes:-

WORKING AND RETIRING
Work and the brain works for you, too!
Retire, and it retires, too!
So in the nothingness, boredom, and dreams,
does the brain work?
-Serena Chen S.P.
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Cancer took away her only child.
She has withdrawn to her room,
grieving with knees to her chest,
with a sense of impending doom.
Failed motherhood– in her mind.
Her family members persuade,
like pretty ribbons that bind,
with love and compassion conveyed.
Have a key to open your mind,
to release a kite into the sky,
no trees to be twinned,
up in the wind, it’s free to fly!
Being void of pain now,
liberates him… fly, fly freely.
The kite has a blue ribbon bow,
just like it was on his collar, really!
Those cows in the slaughterhouse,
anyone can see, as can a blind,
in those dishes in a coffee house,
reminds her heart to be kind.
Battling conscious against subconscious mind,
blaming with obligations and guilty conscience,
her vegetarian diets and daily meditations that bind,
with humility with reverence…
wishing that he eases into his new journey,
in this vow to her child, post-humously…
So, fly, fly with wind!
p/s: This poem offers a closure to the story ‘A White Lie- about an ostomy‘.
Mr Ponusamy’s kite coasted and fluttered in the sky freely, too, soothing those in need below, in the last few months of his life.
– Serena Chen S.P. @ TPTan –
27 October , 2020
Manageable Monday with MyMama’s Cut ( A Senryū)

Clip, snip, clip and snip!
Nothing like My Mama’s Cut,
head feeling lighter!
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Quote:-
I always feel good after I change my hair. You get a haircut and feel positive and ready to take on the day.- Kirstin Maldonado
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A blogger reads and writes ( haiku)
Read, read, digest them!
Assimilate, recreate.
A new synthesis!

This Haiku is about how a blogger grows! The amount of readings and researches forms the basis of new ideas for writings.
Quotes:-

SING A SONG OF FREEDOM
The following poem is about music as a plausible and healing therapy. Especially for those incarcerated in mental hospitals, prisons, or immigrant centers. A notable concept is Making music, healing souls including Sing Your Heart Out (SYHO), and Finding sanity through songs.
Sing a song of freedom
Sing a song of freedom
breaking through four walls
is a light; a beacon
In immigration detentions
prison or hospitals
do buoy up musical extensions
Rehearse a song
for sanity sake
all day long.
Sing your heart out (SYHO)
as loud as you want
even if you carry no clout.
Adopting therapy in music
as a tool for recovery
Keeping minds clear; lucid
So, do sing a song of freedom
finding sanity through songs
to free the mind of demons
for one with no intent of treason.
Chen Song Ping, 18 Jan 2021
The day I flew like a superman.

I went back to my hometown.
I remember the road was much steeper.
I skidded down this very road.
And I flew down my bicycle
like a superman!
The fading scars near my right eyebrow and right forearm are reminders.
It seems like only yesterday.
Only I have forgotten how to ride a bicycle! 🙁
Quote:-
I have always struggled to achieve excellence. One thing that cycling has taught me is that if you can achieve something without a struggle it’s not going to be satisfying.:- Greg LeMond