john tiong chunghoo

Gold Star - 5,668 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

Alone She Puffs - Poem by john tiong chunghoo

uncertain future

alone she puffs
smoke covers her face
trails the night air

she hides behind
each night under
an inch of powder
lips coloured like roses

the night aids
accompanies
her cameleon existence
satisfying loners
groping in beds
that witness sea and sea
of swirling passion
shuttling between
excited real and
make-believe passions
to satiate musculine wants
wave and wave of
lascivious acts
escalated by teutonic desires
that always end in earthshaking explosions
that rattle the senses

the musty sweaty smell
of bedsheets
so familiar now
feel like home covers
a night away from them
she feels a page
of her favourite book unread

slowly she learns to fit
the regular
into the irregular
to pick up the pieces
when she falls
what mom told her long ago

the smoke envelopes her face
before trailing off into the glittering sky

alone she puffs waiting for the next loner
carrying a dream to straighten up her tangled life
in her own tangled ways

inspired by

Like Dust I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou #6


Comments about Alone She Puffs by john tiong chunghoo

  • (5/29/2005 1:43:00 AM)

    Joun U may be right...I sense the similarity in our work! Nobody Knows Her Name... (Report)Reply

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  • (5/24/2005 2:38:00 PM)

    Although this poem is quite saddening, there is a sense of hope there. Dark and melancholy, with glimpses of light. I hope she finds her way in the end. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, March 20, 2006


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