john tiong chunghoo Poems

smoke trails the sky
over the cemetery

hell money burns
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Cruise to Yangshuo
cormorants has caught me too
with their fishing skills
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underwater paradise
are they melting
down too?
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a poem being written,
head, legs and hands awry
struggle to be placed in
their proper places so
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the universe is a garden
of gems, stars and planets
and a mental wonderland
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to find that we are
actually on a time machine
going back a few trillion
years because
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Thailand
everywhere carte blanche
for the buddha
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is it a sin
this bug that
is sucking
my blood now?
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Stirring in the breeze
still the longings of the princesses
Tainan Wufei Temple
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Sun Moon Lake
gently, gracefully in the breeze
a chinese painting lesson
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