john tiong chunghoo Poems

senses have eyes
deceived by
our all seeing eyes
...

i think i am
goint to leave

there are people
...

the tortoise is just inadequate
she has been treating
the same way everyone
of another kind
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Nuremburg homecoming
she longs for hugs and fragrance
of gingerbread
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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
...

unrelated
but death relates

she lies there
...

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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