john tiong chunghoo (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak - Land with Cat City, Swan City, Oil City and the World's Largest Cave Mulu)
Poem about Poetry - The echoes in my poems
my poems are echoes
from realms i have fallen into
the little angel that had begged me
to come out of my prolonged slumber
had wedded her world with mine
affording a new dimension for my mind
where poetic harvest has
become most grand
the mysterious man
that walked from the wall
in my dark room
who i saw with my third eye
has heightened vibrations in all my poems
the wind ruffles the lake to give it that surreal feel
and and all and all the dimensions
i have fallen into
you could feel their mysterious
ingratiating silence
as you divulge my poems, my world
the echoes reverberate
through our world
as we wed all our dimensions
- in all angles, fashions
perhaps if lucky, one day you might even
stumble on my little angel
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I love ingrationgh silence. Excellent,
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