john tiong chunghoo Poems

writing poetry
suddenly i realise
it is to a journey to
my own sanctuary
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the shrivelled leaf
has become a thousand
pieces of bleakness
as my hand presses
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when you meet a spirit
please do not mention the word death
for it is a taboo, a sad reminder of god's curse
a tribulant time in the heavens
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in the eyes of the swallows
the sky winds its way into
a mysterious golden
- cool luminous opening
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Peeking through
a thousand years of love
Virgin of Kyiv
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Roatan
going bananas
on banana island
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poetry is ringing that bell
in the scheme of things
- that central system we draw
our moods, our growth,
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put one child into a room
give him a doggie
to write his page
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close of day
the barrage of questions
mom's story hour
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Banana Grove
In the wind a young leaf folds
unfolds
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