john tiong chunghoo Poems

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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2/28 Peace Park
this familiar accent
Indonesian maids
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is it a sin
this bug that
is sucking
my blood now?
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Circleville Pumpkin Show
the child asks for a ride
on a large pumpkin
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to be a newspaper
journalist is a sacred
profession, it is about
not placing refuse on paper
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