john tiong chunghoo Poems

come taste this body too
has become full
of herbal goodness
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The head is a theatre
of mysteries and possibilities
the heart walks into
each moment like an audience
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half lunar eclipse
i throw a spoon into the plate
in the kitchen basin
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apple worm
there is a stage for
everybody to dance
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mustafa noor
he carries the theatre
with him
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light smile
i feel the weight of sarawak
in those hands
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nobody can
compete with nature

everything is put
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ting lik hung
yes, even the glance
is calculated
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