john tiong chunghoo Poems

autumn mountain
the artist decides to go
impressionistic
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Toronto's St Lawrence Market
i take home a piece of the city
money cannot buy
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calmness
dawns
fed by war
terror
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something
savoured
this loneliness
the week
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I am no adulteress
South of the Andaman,
An island lost in time,
Filled with grandiose mountains
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a masochist
daily turning in words
knowing full well
nobody would read
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lone ant
on the wall
winter trail
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Each little statuette on the display
Counter screaming excruciating pain.
Her giant body collapsing, sending a fume
Of dust to the air, her little one
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the sea is a great poet
a giant pot of ink
which it writes out lines
that sparkle in emerald
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all souls day
at the cemetery
eyes are asterisks
to love stories
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