john tiong chunghoo Poems

rhapsody of the seas
my bed vibrates to the tune
of the ship's engine
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joining me
in a bath
bathroom frog
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religion to save men
has become a scourge
of sorts to the human race
well god is not to blame
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your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our dreams in tokyo
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Shark Island
run down places echo each
of my words to my ears
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take a dash of light blue
and let it run into two dashes of white
that would come close to the enchanting milky blue water
of Luang Prabang's magnificent kuangsi waterfall
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was it the last temptation
for him to give up?

that nirvana is nothingness, nothingness
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the hair on its own
is a line of dead cells
but when it's on the head
it's part of a living spirit
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the chinese poet, his characters (calligraphy) help
set out images the western poets
look for words to show
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Charm City
traffic to crab cake market
slows to a crawl
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