john tiong chunghoo Poems

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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this thousand year old tree
so old, its barks break apart
long dry mouths all over that
sing songs of rain and shine
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the remaining bouquets
the flowers are still fresh
but this late valentine night
they look particularly
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you may not be all knowing
but it does not mean you
would not know the all knowing
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when i was a child
the world was
full of poetry
played to me
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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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it can blind the world
when it spreads its wings
and cover the sky
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Peeking through
a thousand years of love
Virgin of Kyiv
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