john tiong chunghoo Poems

the eyes of the condor
their ferocious stare resembles
a hook that holds our heart at ransom
they size us up over and over
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poor snake
life is equal so god says
but look at the snake
look at the snake..
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A groan still roars
In the private quarters
Of many slowly healing
Shattered hearts
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dawn of new year
did it just pass by
oblivious of me?
did it pass through me?
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the larvae
it has grown
shed its ugly days
crept out of dried brown leaf
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the 'love' i scrawled
it goes into the
universal memory
you will recognise it
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Mum coming back from the market
Loading the little rickety trishaw
Well known in our little town
A shaky ride for fifty cents
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god created
the world for
catholics, jews,
muslims, buddhists
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snowy morning
he entertains himself fitting his feet
into other people's footsteps
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the land talks through
you, every line on you
resonates with its vibrations
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