john tiong chunghoo Poems

life is a running reel
of fun
run run shaw
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it blossoms away like a flower
and us opening a new book
petal after petal, line by line
we live through them
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storm in an
old tea cup
the pope's resignation
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the warm friendly
secondary school boy is still
there in the body

art never corrupts
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A book full of pictures
my hands grows cold touching faces
of dead kings and queens
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sundal malam mekar bertingkat
arus air berbisik mencumbu bulan
atas garisan halaman halaman surat
berbagai bagai corak rembulan
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cameron highlands segar dan indah
ladang teh selimuti bukit
teh wangi selimuti lidah
sunggoh ceriakan lawatan kita ke bukit
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kecil suka pakai kasut bapa
tapi kaki tak muat kasut besar
kini bapa dah tiada
berdikari sentiasa ku belajar
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segulung lukisan air dan langit
terbuka di atas tasik kenyir
kehijauan tebing tenangkan hati yang sakit
bayu berbisik bisik di muka air
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Djemila (means beautiful in Arabic)
in the mountain
a beauty slowly ages
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