john tiong chunghoo Poems

Spiegel Grove reef
a navy vessel left
to be colonised
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every poem i wrote had existed
somewhere else - another realm

i worked on a jigsaw puzzle
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morning glory
two yellow butterflies'
frolicking flight
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big hearted is light
giving darkness
12 hours each of its day
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The fog descends
in the wee hours of dawn
like a sacred thing
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the paper is a stage
for mind to act out
its dreams, draw
people to the possible
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i wish to be
in a sail boat
in a rough sea
where every corner
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angkor temple visit
i am a time machine
shuttling between
structures lost in time
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let me be that poem
that witnesses your
secret yearning as
your glance falls
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some words, some elaborate words
they have not acquired a life
in my system, so they shall not have
the chance to grace my humble stage - the page
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