john tiong chunghoo Poems

his door faced the bend of a bridge
they told him that would bend his luck, so
he had the door torn down and bore through
a wall for a new door, one that faces
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winter rain
cold are my feet
so is my heart
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fengshui master
hatched turtles know instantly
the direction to head for
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morning
afternoon and
evening are divine gifts
they are delicious
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lucky gate
opposite house's buddha
oversees it
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first snow --- looking into/
the mirror for a better time/a geisha
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death - we go on
into another dream
another place
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Chinese calligraphy:
i hear wolf howl
goat bleat
deer grunt
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taller than
the Seven Summits
Kit DesLauriers
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reading a 13th century poet
feeling the sun circling round me
and all the inaccuracies it cast onto me
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