john tiong chunghoo Poems

when we fell out of love
it was a storm of leaves
pieces of us fell everywhere
familiar spots, they fade like
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the sun has fins
it swims through
the clear blue sky
casting lights off
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so familiar
an echo
an echo
from my heart
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essence of love
fountain of love
god he is to be felt
subtly felt so that
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when poetry comes
there is always a goddess
at the back of the mind
that always wants to
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the poet in his work
tries to find himself, refine it
to let the lotuses in him bloom
the real poet lives in his own private realm
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god is great
but nobody
wants to be god
because he holds
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if i could afford the world
a view of another world
through my verses like the
ocean that hides yet magnifies
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in the new washroom
teaching grandchild to brush teeth
old toothless granny
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if god dies
the earth
would lose
its strength
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