john tiong chunghoo Poems

I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons
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freedom
no choice
as to who i am
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black appears clearest
on white - -
a powerful voice lives on
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breeze
the morning glory touches
my heart
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in silence
her cry
for love
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without the radio
we would not
have gotten the news
without the body
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Oranjestad Baby Beach
we make our own waves
splashing the day away
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first supriise
a water fountain greets us
and the plane
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poetry in progress

the way you spin a game
of success on the theory
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each we and them
are heavy, especially
when used with
self indulgence
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