john tiong chunghoo Poems

broken roof
the child dances
in the light spots
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start of day
the beggar throws some coins
into own begging bowl
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love, it is rude
for you to ask me
to give up what has
been closest to my heart
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california tahoe
the snow makes us taller
than the alpine trees
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if they make no mention
about me anywhere
i do not sulk about it
i will be cool like a bud
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old nun examines bald head
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her big pants
as she walks
tinkle, tinkle, tinkling coins
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boomerang
memories of australia
bounce back
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I am a dish that talks
and usually i want the chef
to do his stuff my way
wishing this, wishing that
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cockroach in lift with me
does its feelers sense the buddhist
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