john tiong chunghoo Poems

when i was a child
i felt the same like tommy
but thirty years down the road
i longed to tell that child
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all the alls the extra s
mistake in tenses
how i so strangely love them
in all my poems
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a christian poet reading
a page of the koran
and all taken up by how god
himself could be so emotionally
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last letter
to find writing it easier
than handing it to him
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all i can do
is cry for you
knowing full well
you are into another's bossom
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i try to stretch my neck
to see where the river ends
only to be jolted by a pain
that the furthest my eyes
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by the side of the road
a stilleto lies sideway
so many years have passed
when youthful mom walked
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winter blue
a flash of white
on taxi's top
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the moon is the centre
of the night
carving darkness
into shapes
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how do
i love thee?

i love thee
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