john tiong chunghoo Poems

spring chill
like a snail, i recline
from the breeze that steals into my neck
new leaf shots inch on
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free will? the god gives me
all these senses
to get to know his world
only letting me see
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this path mom walked
to market each morn
she must have loved the flowers by the river too
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all the things around me
living and non living
the clouds, plants
a test to locate the real self?
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piggy bank
takes my coin everyday
never grows big
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he dawdles
she straightens it
he calls it da
she corrects it ba
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the island with the gracious mountain
the tip of the boat inches steadily forward
my heart angled between it
one hour, two hours, three hours
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i refuse to shed a tear
he lives on
even an ant lives out god's tale
the almighty doesn't spin
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five billion years away
a planet turns,
turning a million years
this side of the planet
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