john tiong chunghoo Poems

noodle restaurant
buddha stares at man
tearing at his chicken
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let the man who talks
be quiet and let us hear
the man in the man -
the man who works not with
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his door faced the bend of a bridge
they told him that would bend his luck, so
he had the door torn down and bore through
a wall for a new door, one that faces
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swift river
so is time
listen to the river
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the cock crows
because the sun
has his heart all
fired up with the
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to the eyes, the earth
was once flat until
space proves to us
that it's round and
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the smile, the laughter
the billowing cloud
and the tears
and their echoes
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the conceited wrote only
one or two decent or
even great poems
and branded themselves
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the sun is a melon
bright enough to
light up the world
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some distance away
from my highrise room
faint morn chimerical
bird chirps that warm the heart
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