john tiong chunghoo Poems

tell you what's gold
to the poet - it is when
he is walking in
the bamboo groove
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the earnestness to seek god
as if he is one's own
the only one for oneself
so that one could feel his wonder
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rain
under the streetlamp
on the road
a million ballet dancers
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a death blow is a life blow to many
whose world is a caged dream
a bird crying to do what other birds do
eating, mating, flying to the ends of the world
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at the clothesline
is hung the fun
of the whole family
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i am earth
i see with
lenses in
the men
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those wishing to learn writing good haiku should
start first by writing spooky haikus;

midnight
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when poetry comes
a full moon pulls
at the sea
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one night on the beach
i chanced upon a bottle
with a little note bearing words so chilly
i thought it should be left
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creepers
in darkness
creep to light
salvation
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