john tiong chunghoo Poems

faith is Nile's flood
setting ground for grace
faith - it flies in and out
a mother bird divides feed
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a return
the town without you
has lost its soul - my soul -
the whole spectre
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A city of many many millions
A throbbing city with
A thousand dreams
And a painful past
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illed pet dog
this morning we spent
an hour to find it
hiding its demise
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free will? the god gives me
all these senses
to get to know his world
only letting me see
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they sleep
in so many
different ways
each direction
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New York State
every winter brings out
the skier in him
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a saffron
shrouded sun
the buddha
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the world
like the football field
is not for one
to say one is best
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butterfly
never a noise over
its own beauty
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