john tiong chunghoo Poems

the earth
turns round and round
feeding on time
on and on
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the animals
they are there
to help the brain
of men evolve
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he shares his dream
with his friends;
the trees, birds,
blooms and sea
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feather
twirls, swirls,
dances
casting
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grasses bend
to the wind, rustling
i remember mom's graceful hands
as the leaves bend to
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thick incense fume
trails by smiling gods
devotees' faith
stamped in the deities'
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an abandoned house
saps the spirit with its
nagging and chilling
emptiness, a black hole
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fenced terrace houses
this side the cat naps
that side the dog naps
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i long to be an eastern poet
to write about the Great wall
wean stories from every tearstained stone
that still echoes the cries of those
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