john tiong chunghoo Poems

i like the concept of God
perfection in imperfection
a round round ball no artist
could paint without making lesser round
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this little moment
your eyes reveal heaven
you stand there
encapsulating
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Muffled chirps of birds
magnifying
their sweetness;
the dream
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There was a secluded little lake near
My school when I was young; every
Saturday I would be there, a weekly
Visit to take in the calming effect
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Of the unfrequented storeroom
Opposite the unlit kitchen which
You inevitably face while making
Your last drink for the night
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photographs
you see the faces
god sees time set
in each of them
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after all the devotion
you seem so far
so far that it makes me
wonder whether
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secrets
in the breeze
the sea exhibits lips
that die to tell
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The sea blown by the winds
A million lights glinting under the sun
Charting out a course for my mind
Each luminous line entering my mind
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Surrealism
At work
Inspiring myriad
Artists with their shades;
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