john tiong chunghoo Poems

close as your fingers
are to each other
tall, thin, fat, or small
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a few verses of poetry
an ounce of love
a heaven of faith
a sea of knowledge
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the chopped up boa
chunk and chunk
of floral leather
geometric design
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my hands are tied

i paint with fingers
safely stored in
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god teaches humility, sanity
and above all, evolution
to become his finest creature
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consciousness
the realm where
past, present and future
can communicate
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unrelated
but death relates

she lies there
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good that poets never really
make money from their craft

it's a blessing in disguise
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shadow play
the actors
never die
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butterfly farm
the beauty
of death
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