john tiong chunghoo Poems

the day we lay to rest
our beloved slave
with our know how
and free him once
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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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i like the white screen
i like the white paper
because they ask such
a simple task from me
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The almighty
Speaks to us
Through nature
Cos it's an
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again the bush warbler
perhaps another stroke
of good luck coming
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new school year
fresh faces everywhere
the same old bell chimes
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no way to live in the water
dont worry nature will make room for it
gills, fins, swim bladder, sacs
that help you float and go into the waters
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the shadow follows my body
the body follows me
the tangible and intangible
that make up this world
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