john tiong chunghoo Poems

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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the earth
turns round and round
feeding on time
on and on
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the animals
they are there
to help the brain
of men evolve
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he shares his dream
with his friends;
the trees, birds,
blooms and sea
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