john tiong chunghoo Poems

we will never ever understand god
his plans are played out
day after day like a song
in the layout of buildings
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i pluck out all those gigantic
words in a dictionary with the wish
to write a high brow poem
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swaying with her umbrella
while keeping her skirt down
the monsoon
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i look at him
and he looks at me

i wish to take him
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haiku, after sometime
you think they are a joke
and wait for that new voice
that could shake the world
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put two stones
as close to each other
as you can.
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the Queen's breath
Our bated
Breath
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moon -- how much of
earth and us taken
by your moods?
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Tokyo, the last Sobu train
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midnight tokyo sobu train
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Tokyo, the last Sobu train
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midnight tokyo sobu train
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