john tiong chunghoo Poems

tsunami anniversary
the monk prays
bereaved family weeps
i try to seek peace
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first spring wind
sakura dances
to burst of laughter
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unless you use a hammer
a stone is a stone
with its steadfast character
cold, shapely and colourful
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i - the universe -
is trying to empty myself
like a pocket
to inspect all that i have
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act of stealth
is a habit
once acquired
upon death
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A frantic line
Some go up
Some go down
On their rickety
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distant planets and stars
they are too far to reach
so is the cell in my heart
the day i could rip it open
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van gogh
in the field
etching haiku
onto canvas
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angkor wat
granny climbs top sanctuary
to pray to buddha
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deceptive like a snake
at least it crawls
and announces itself crooked
and dangerous
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