john tiong chunghoo Poems

Star Walk Kowloon
all the stars
under my foot
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he paints the
most beautiful pictures
with his words
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there is only one religion
- the religion of love

there is only one path
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when you know many of your

readers have cast a mould with
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why do little birds chirp so loud in the trees
in the early morn the sun a yellow fiery
globe inching its greeting up the eastern sky?
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this life is but a facet of life
this death a facet of life
there is a facet of life our heart
cannot grasp, our eyes
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everybody gets
a james bond treatment at -
kho phi phi
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sometimes, i feel getting to your poetic self
is like prospecting for petroleum?
you dig through layers and layers of years
before you could get to the subtle aspects
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