john tiong chunghoo Poems

i followed
frost too
to that
road less
...

every of the years that has sank
into the treasured porcelain
makes a beautiful, authentic signature
that only time can create
...

eyes can blind
and blind disastrously

it is not that they
...

where i live
race issue is
bantered about
like a pop song
...

they know they
are losing grounds
because they are
not native, native
...

he just wants
to be accepted
as an equal
...

she launches her leg
into the air higher than
her shoulder, over her head
zeroing in on the single goal
...

alas, i have taken along the wrong gear
it is too late now, i have gone too far
the little boy who forgot his swimming trunk
just have to swim without one
...

he leaves his soul
with god and thinks
it should be that way
...

To come alive again
and if reincarnation
also rings true,
what terrible confusion
...