john tiong chunghoo Poems

the believer cries out:
God God where are You?
God God where are You?
everyday
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shackled without chains
again the chants of monks
again the chants of monks
aung san looks over to the hazy horizon
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the little tub
splashes of a three year old
spring wind
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Summer Lake Superior
in the water a gem
of Minnesota
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hawaii
i dive in and swim away
the blues
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poetry is letting the conscious
and unconscious realms of the brain meet
so that they can teach each other the way
to tango to the heart of readers
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Bo-Kaap
we inspect the dreams
of first muslim settlers
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Chinese New Year Eve
i would always hear those banned
crackers blasting away
the old year at the stroke of twelve
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so many of my own favourite poems
i thought nobody would read
lost in the thousands i wrote
somehow, someone, somewhere
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