john tiong chunghoo Poems

water the world
before anything
else came along
...

i did not know sin meant chains
so full of them all over my physique
and i did not know the deceptive apple
could lead to this woeful state
...

the cat climbs up
to the chair
a foreleg
nudges me
...

i like the silence at the lake
as little insects dance
plunging their little legs
every now and then
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spring
she buys a dress
full of blooms
...

new orleans
city sings
katrina blues
...

the rain, it comes
down in so many ways
straight, slanted, hurried
or so slowly, lazily
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(poetry in progrss)

A flashback to Shelley's
angkor wat
...

in that shinjuku lane
an old sakura tree
stands in my mind
grandma with her
...