john tiong chunghoo Poems

hope is the
thing with feathers

to be with onself
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you are young, your skin is taut
my heart reels like a guitar tight
and plucked for the first time
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white father on the big white screen
exactly forty years ago asked the black
man who wished to wed his daughter:
'Do you know what your children will go through? '
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some homes breed love
some homes breed hatred

some homes breed moderation
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do you cry
the night away
when laughters turn
into a bottle of sobs
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Pari Fermier
like the countries they are from
cheese in all shapes and sizes
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Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument
the young man says he wishes
he has more time
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Turkish Mediterranean
i cherish to write a poem
with its turquoise ink
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