john tiong chunghoo Poems

what when we finally meet
it's cold like winter
between me and you
a mere stone to reflect
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Never enquire time while in a place of worship. I immediately felt the wrath of the divine when i impatiently asked about what time it was once in a place of worship. Yes for the divine...there is no time and to ask about time in his house means disrespectful to him, as if you want to get out of his home immediately.

dont ask about time
in the abode of God because
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tohoku tsunami aftermath
the snow weeping
on my face
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teaching my tongue
what mexican food is all about
oaxaca
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fiery love at tree
on flaring dusk sun rests the silhoutte
of two kissing cuckoos
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tilting up and down
a row of pigeons
on a loose wire
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at the Taj
a realist, an impressionist
a surreal upside down Mahal
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