Thursday, August 11, 2011

An Announcement

My Cousin, TheCorruptiouslyObnoxiousSumanSumbing, has grown envy of me. Noticing that my popularity grows by leaps and bounds on my website (well, uhh.. about 2 or 3 visitors per posting!) he too would like to set up a website of his own.

And that he did exactly, and you can visit it now. It's called PlatoInParody.

To tell you the truth, I don't think his website is as good as mine. In fact I dont think it's any good at all.  SumanSumbing is always trying to outdo me in everything, and thank God, I am superior to him in all tenets: in Goodlooks, In bravery and in the size of my ... you know, Intellect.

The following is a picture of Suman my cousin and you can verify yourself that I whatever I tell about him is true.

Anyway, family is family. So you go and visit his website now won't you. And give a little but of support to my irksome, nettlesome, troublesome cousin, Suman Sumbing.

Leman Pulut.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Time for a Riddle

The Bersih rally, in all its failures and exaggerations, have left the Malaysian public dazed and stupefied in its aftermath ---not in its magnanimity, mind you. But in its sheer exuberance: never before had anything been done so much producing so little and even that, for all the wrong reasons. Perhaps Genesis (the rock group, not the biblical book) sums it up so appropriately in their epic opus :-
There’s no one left alive now, it must be a draw
So the black cap barons toss the coin to settle the score
                                                                                -   Battle of Epping Forest
Well I tell you what. It’s time to put back smiles and laughter into our lives once again. And what better way to do that than to do a little bit of cerebral exercise with a riddle put forth by Leman Pulut.
The following poem consists of a hidden phrase. While the solution is political, the problem statements (the stanzas themselves) are most surely not.  Can you solve it? Winners (for surely there can be more than just one) will get an honourable mention in future Leman Pulut’s poems. Just imagine: a thousand years from now when the proto human-martian hybrid were to look back and re-read all our literary giants’ works, your names will be entrenched in the poetry of Leman Pulut, then as a required course in “21st century Earthly Poetry” taught in the Second Quadrant InterGalactic Polytechnic, Venus.
And come to think of it ... where can we obtain works of literary giants when they are no longer with us? Shakespeare is dead. Byron is no more. Whitman, Coleridge, Keats are long gone. And me, Leman (cough, cough) I am far from being well myself.
So go ahead and try. I have provided a clue on "My Seventh" there:- 
My first is in Sleigh but never in Pray
My second is in Slow but not in Slaw
My third is in Date but not in Rate
And I exist second in the days of Yore 
My fifth is in Mice but never in Lice
My sixth is a sore thumb in the word “Pryce”
And now I tell you, since you don’t know any better---
My seventh’s a symbol: never a letter
My eighth is in Three but never in Tree
My ninth exists twice in all Eternity
My tenth is in race but not in space
My eleventh is in both a He and a She
My twelfth is a frenchman’s pronunciation of Hay
My thirteenth differentiates a Flee from a Free
My fourteenth is in Love but never in Dove
My fifteenth is a ? in its entirety
My sixteenth is really a Dodo in camouflage
My seventeenth is first in Image, second in Mirage
My eighteenth exists abundantly in the past tense
Is not in Heavy, but definitely in Dense
And now that finally, Leman’s Ingenuity
Have glaringly put a toll on his readers’ sanity
Solve the final two letters in this here poetry,
By dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s !
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Selamat Mencuba!
Leman Pulut