john tiong chunghoo Poems

butterfly, are your
stripes and shades
a map to paradise?
if that is so, i am
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depth of autumn
a few leaves on the tree
dancing
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a woman waits for me
to angle me in such a position
it clears the brain, mind
from blotches, obstructions
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reaching out
i throw a handful of sand
towards the stars
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ying and yang
love and hate
the world at a loss
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now as i look into the night sky
the little star twinkling, twisting, spiralling
in the farthest corner well that's
the eternal michael jackson
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poetry is not the rain
poetry is how the rain
beats down on your path
poetry is not in the man
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over the cradle
over the sarong
so many lullabies
were sung for us
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the earth bursts
forth in the bloom
in its desire to show itself
a colourful wear
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