john tiong chunghoo Poems

like death
the body that
dissolves into dust,
bones and
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Singapore Gallery
where we stand taller
than the island republic
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when inspiration comes
the world falls into place
words strew themselves
into verses filling up
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All that is Gold does not glitter
The sultriest of beauties carry thorns
The humblest little soft petalled jasmine
A feast for afternoon tea and sweet perfume
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south pacific tsunami
how much you can pack
into a few seconds forever lost
land and buildings and waves of tears
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leaves of grass
each blade turns my world
between this and the next
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mount fuji photo session
she makes up her face as
the mountain hides its face
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you look into space to look
into your own mind,
dark, boundless, mysterious
and so full of energy
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'Pablo Neruda the haiku Poet:

that fire is repeated
nothing is extinguished
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