john tiong chunghoo Poems

if i ever be famous
with my poems
well, i would come
out with collections
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let those few mistakes be
this all-technical age
those are the only signs
that there is a human being
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dont call me a poet
instead treat me
like a poem
spring, summer,
...

the old well is
an old woman,
dispirited, hunched,
aggrieved
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finding out that time
is just not to tell time
it is not on a self
gratification trip
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New York City Central Park
on the ice skating rink
two teenage girls steal the show
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she is bored
she has translated it
into something
quite cheerful
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i am only
a part
of creation
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