john tiong chunghoo Poems

in our hearts, he is never dead
the autumn wind plays, dances
with shrivelled leaves smoldering
over an old dream
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Hang Tuah was
a fake loyalist
to friend, to king
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men are many times
worse than animals
sometimes even in mentality
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'my pot of love for you, here it is, '
mom tells daughter, 'thick and savoury
as the suntan, reddish hot as chillies,
appetising as turmeric, jintan,
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do you want a lady?
do you want a lady? ?
do you want a lady? ? ?
do you want a boy! ! ! ! !
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world poetry day
shakespear, du fu, basho
sadly missing
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mickey mouse
run, run, run
the joyful feet
of my childhood
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but I think the city is under our feet
the sounds of dream and determination
charge every inch of the streets,
the well polished shoes that shine
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you came in the midst of hope
in the youngest days when
our eyes sparkled like diamonds
and laughters rang like the
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presidency race
what a show of oratory skills

one candidate, you know
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