john tiong chunghoo Poems

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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the brain works like
a dredging pump
clearing the mud
for little diamonds
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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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refreshing dawn mist, crisp air
and sunshine tiptoe through tender lips,
shower their warmth over a secluded valley
where a lady rolling in pink dances
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school holiday
lone corridors, classrooms
A bird chirps and flutters by
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sunlight on
rotting chestnut
little insects run separate ways
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sprinting
one ant teases
chases the other
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opportunities
first light brightens
things up
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