john tiong chunghoo Poems

Last Supper
everybody's else
the 14th guest
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A rare gem sparkling in the Tropics
Longing to be appraised; a people of the Golden
Chersonese, their lingo so rich you can find
Strong traces of the whole world here!
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first spring day
my heart dances
to each new bloom
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i swim through this world
through two eyes,
two hands, . legs
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the woman with a baby
inside her has been
weaving a dream for me
warm and promising as
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(this is a poetry in progress)

childhood years flew
...flew away like a mary poppins
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</>banana leaf
mom helps son wipe clean
rice and veggies
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the physique
such a little part
of oneself
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one thing about grave
about the cemetery that i like
they are all so real, real as death
and the people who come visiting
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Winter Charleston
charms of the city
melt our heart
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