john tiong chunghoo Poems

there is a gentle quiet repose about truths
the mirror holds them up so well
zen so well apportioned it crystalises
the world harmoniously to itself
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smaller, shorter
these childhood lanes
the familiar scenes still vivid
the kites, the marbles, the games..
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yesterday i passed by
my childhood stall by the road;
what an experience it was!
that woman in her 30s i used to see,
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Secret Love
the longing to look straight
into those bleary eyes
decimated by fear,
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the wind beats against me,
the wave garners a strength
lifts itself, roars, rolls over
crushing over the beach.
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planes crashed down
strongest towers pilloried
new orleans submerged
iraq emptying coffers and hearts
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touch,
sight,
taste,
hear,
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son asks what
it means to be original
and i say it is when you learn
to be different in an artistic way
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god's way
the worst boy in the class
today's world genius
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I am but a man thrown into
this world
which means i do not know
where i came from
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