john tiong chunghoo Poems

There is a freshness in the air
That kindles that part of the mind
At the back that rejunvenates our whole body
There is that extra sensory perception of the mind
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wind
leaves
they dance
with each other
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pretty woman
wrinkled woman show girls picture
of her uncreased days
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count yourself blessed
if you are reading this?
you are the rare few
who actually read others' poetry
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morning glories
in slight breeze
young girls in
their shy years
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the best poets
might never
have lived at all
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bulldog faced
bulldozed, face
flattened, dried
and creased
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the physical body
gets bored of itself
eventually gives up itself
though this soul is very much
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from the waves
she comes to your dream
a cauldron of longings
seeking your reassuring touch
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the blazing sun's lost in its own shine
the clouds encode each of the rays,
cotton waves of scarlet, red, orange
the last signature of the sun before
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