john tiong chunghoo Poems

there is a father
there is a son
in the mind
the father
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the mind -
it has to be laid with
keys and tones -
the solemnest bar for god
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the mind works
like a bloom
when god comes
it spreads out
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forget humility
work yourself
red, black, white,
blue, to impress
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all the haiku rules
are no rule except
the three liner
i would concur
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the sun is to me
as the dog is
a delight
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if the palmists be true
we hold our dear precious life
in our palm
all day, all night
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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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