john tiong chunghoo Poems

remember...
the spring buds inched
profusely on the whole tree
and now they inch
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spiritual grace - my sun
rises with the azan, temple bell
and gayatri mantra
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winter ganges cremation
children rush for
leftover embers
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divinity is a bank
a bank of love
i withdraw from
to make each day divine
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the mind has a mind of its own
it lives in the higher plane of your being
helping you pump your heart and perk
you up in ways it thinks suits you best
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final stretch
a tide of sleaze graps him
by the balls
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(senryu - humour haiku)

Hillary's server
serving donald trump's ride
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donald trump donald trump
lies, lies, lies,
doesnt know he is lying
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