john tiong chunghoo Poems

Visit Indonesia Year
a gun pointed at me
at the Presidential Palace
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antique shop
memory of marriage day reels
from a sequinned handbag
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well, just a lesser copy
of god is man
an instrument to
advance his cause
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it can be sapphire
it can be ruby
it can be pearl
it can be a diamond
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early morn
a tree of song
in the garden
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the bombs have scared
the tourists away.
they too have dented
the pysche of the islanders,
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poor creatures
always at the receiving
end of cruelties
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light is a realm
that helps us see
another realm
the body is a realm
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when we fell out of love
it was a storm of leaves
pieces of us fell everywhere
familiar spots, they fade like
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the sun has fins
it swims through
the clear blue sky
casting lights off
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