john tiong chunghoo Poems

Call it a curse, call the thousand years a curse
these temples were made to last ten thousand years
but they now lie like a dream shattered
walls crumbled, even the roots of trees like pythons,
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a real poet means
even the mistakes
between the verses
will not douse the
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if i ever be famous
with my poems
well, i would come
out with collections
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secret Love
longing to straighten
that crease on his sleeve
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poetry is getting
to the roots of us all

getting into that lake
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dont call me a poet
instead treat me
like a poem
spring, summer,
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the old well is
an old woman,
dispirited, hunched,
aggrieved
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finding out that time
is just not to tell time
it is not on a self
gratification trip
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New York City Central Park
on the ice skating rink
two teenage girls steal the show
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