john tiong chunghoo Poems

how many selves
are there in me

well, there is me
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beach
wind gently
carresses sand
fervent love
...

the boy is all grown up
rich, a tycoon in fact
but occasionally
touching expressions
...

a tempest
the day
we parted ways
...

the day we lay to rest
our beloved slave
with our know how
and free him once
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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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when my writing
greets your mind
like a waterfall
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she signs herself in
and out of the sky
a vast domain she
has with her kins
...

we were
brothers and sisters
even before we were born
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aunty's watch was worth more
than a thousand battery driven watches

it afforded us the golden moment
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