john tiong chunghoo Poems

a child steps out once again
into a muslim world
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let me tell you how to pray
your inner self should occupy
the sanctum of God like the
pistils in the most complex
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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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Pashupatinath temple
at the bagmati river bank
a most contented - corpse
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Sensing no hope
she laughs her way
through the drowning
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And he says:
it does'nt matter if you wear a cross
it does'nt matter even if you dont wear one
it does matter whether we believe in each other
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Phi Phi. The night places are closed.
Midnight angels start to tread the lanes.
One well dressed and made up transvestite,
who is all ready for her capitalistic romps
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they know where
they are flying to
- the cranes
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in all the quietness
the beauty of Sibu
Chinese New Year
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