john tiong chunghoo Poems

winter garden
turning over the snow
with the half-covered hose
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a lame beggar
it never stops him
from coming out - to beg
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i tune up my brain
each morn
in the chirps of birds
filling out blanks
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the plastic flowers
dust covered
so long since we last
called each other
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the love i have
spices up life
a red hot spicy stuff
the sultry laughters
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second world war
rewards of neutrality
swiss banks stashed with unclaimed monies
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diamond
the facets
the glitters
platinum
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cricket's shrill
courting love
each shrill digs
at my lonely heart
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to be impressionable
is a trait so incongruous
to the workings of a newsmen
you see the fore
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