john tiong chunghoo Poems

where the sidewalk ends
now a nursery school stands
it slowly quietly comes alive at morn
the gentleness of a breeze as
...

sea
he disperses waves of blue over
his canvas
...

i am poetry
a baby naked
crying my heart
out as i am thrust
...

why poetry?
to realise that
a simple smile
can mean so
...

the refreshing taste of
dawn mist and sunshine,
mountain loam rolled up
in tender brown leaves
...

your eyes shine like dawn sky
your smile a field of light grass
tiptoeing in the spring wind
your laughter the rich roar
...

poetry flows from my heart
the way wine gurgles
into this fine crystal glass
dancing with the moon
...

first day at school
the first real five hours
away from mom
...

tears carries away pain
cleans the window of soul
to let us see
another side to life
...