john tiong chunghoo Poems

ET dance
heron tipped beaks
towards sky
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digging at the same spot
first to lay pipes
then to lay wires
leaving mud, gravel
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my words
that hit
the page
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village child tells
city boy where and how
to get an eel
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take Leonardo out of Rome
but you cant take the Roman Empire
out of his brush
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two month old
baby's cry
that tom cat in heat
(John Tiong)
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machu picchu
my feet trek on
on its own
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some realms
can be seen
but not touched
it can be at the
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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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