john tiong chunghoo Poems

i carry a forest with me
in the midst of which are
treasures begging to be found
some my friends help me,
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visiting the cemetery
buried in each of us
the unease about death
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over the Atlas Mountains
a range of our
trailblazing memories
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is there a flower in you waiting to bloom?
to colour the world with its charms?
is it forming? a promising little bud
rearing its head in the sanctum of your soul
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after the lessons
our japanese teacher washes
the toilets we use
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Kowloon ego boost
a salesman's pursuance
to sell his highrise property
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Ulu Tamu Hotsprings
we meet with a friendly malay boy
warm as the water here
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Ayutthaya
the Buddha still
in meditation
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