john tiong chunghoo Poems

poetry is that
schoolgirl
junior high
you have
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spring, my veins inches
to greet the gentle warmth
of the sun, the way the
butterflies frolic with the blooms
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mom never went to school
but that never became a problem
between me and her
if anything, it heightens
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i walk through myself
the stripe glass ferns
that jut out like blades
cut me in so many ways
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as i close my eyes
a blackhole looms
this inner world
a torment it brings
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total lunar eclipse
the temple
hurriedly closes
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the way god works
makes me feel
my mind in my foot
and my foot in my mouth
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tell you what's gold
to the poet - it is when
he is walking in
the bamboo groove
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the earnestness to seek god
as if he is one's own
the only one for oneself
so that one could feel his wonder
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