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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it looms up my mind,
over me, stands so
erect and grand
i thought it's another
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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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Gyeonghoeru Pavilion
reflected from the water
the pavilion in cheers
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