john tiong chunghoo Poems

winter rain
cold are my feet
so is my heart
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fengshui master
hatched turtles know instantly
the direction to head for
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morning
afternoon and
evening are divine gifts
they are delicious
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lucky gate
opposite house's buddha
oversees it
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first snow --- looking into/
the mirror for a better time/a geisha
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death - we go on
into another dream
another place
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Chinese calligraphy:
i hear wolf howl
goat bleat
deer grunt
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when i die the physique
would be like a country
i had visited, savoured
all its its cultures, tastes,
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sweeping soot
a spider trundles over
my face
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the angel
can only
be good
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