john tiong chunghoo Poems

poetry in progress
to be rewritten

there was a crowd
...

Kumbh Mela
a fiery Kali sitting
on his tongue
...

International Debutante Ball
the silence she observes that
everything would turn out well
...

if three is a crowd
then here is a crowd
a three-in-one setup
doing a sweet rap song
...

vanarasi ganges
in the rush an
entry to nirvana
...

there are three selves in us all
like a bell that rings, its cold
magical metal, that when struck,
embrace us with its beautiful sounds
...

Sarawak Fairy Cave
a lighted garden
cultivated by light
...

gaza israeli conflict
a cracked pot of God
men and their land
...

God's spa - he whispers
to me as if
i have no form too
...