john tiong chunghoo Poems

the shadow follows my body
the body follows me
the tangible and intangible
that make up this world
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limbs grow in the dark to obstruct
the chariot that ferries the heart,
which now runs in a maddening speed
so that it loses its noble direction
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haiku:

sea death
a bouquet of roses
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the best poem is driven by
one's love for precise and
spontaneous expressions
for what one loves, and how
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london so quiet
after the blast
when, where, who next?
the real blast that unsettles
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silvery sky
the calmness
of heavens
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the brain works like
a dredging pump
clearing the mud
for little diamonds
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the universe
flows through the man
a minscule of
all creations
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loving the
young male singer
who won
all the awards
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astrologers
perhaps, the sky was misty
the stars were hidden
or you were too occupied
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