john tiong chunghoo Poems

cherry blossom
our song crests in the fall
of the blossom
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old brass bell
heavy the thought
of school years
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retirement, the business
of settling down to the ebb
of life before time pulls its hand out
to close its doors on us, one last cold
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a burst of nature's grace
the model swirls to a
cloud of geyser's spray
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where we lived the road
was called onitaka or tall ghost
little wonder we have so many
hair raising experiences
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headball
football
costa rico goal
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does the waterfall fall
because it wants to be heard, seen?
does the mighty river flow
because it wants to be admired, painted?
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poetry in progress

the old wooden clock at
the grocery store ticks on
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there are two things that i fear
one that i could not see
the other i would rather not see
they are ghosts and racists
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the sun
when you
close your eyes
massages your darkness
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