john tiong chunghoo Poems

Black Hills water
the fishtoo out
on a leisurely ride
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let's just not
talk about freedom
let's see it in
black and white
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to give each poem
four billion space
for reflections
each space hiding
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sea death
a bouquet of roses
washed ashore
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son asks father daily
for designer goods
from clothes to wallet
to shoes to his underwear
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Spring breeze
boy talks to mom about
new friends and teachers
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autumn wind
the lady holds hard to skirt
colourful leaves swirl
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a creative spirit
if we would follow him
with all our heart
goes all the way to
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they line the streets
the nation's hospitality
flowing through vermillion red
petals so soft, gentle, and
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