john tiong chunghoo

Silver Star - 4,453 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

Love (True Meaning Of Love) - Poem by john tiong chunghoo

the sun is but all light
when the day is in full bloom
it is in the early hours
when it is born that you can
see the strain slowly piercing
the darkness of womb with the
excitements of creation pouring away
like good luck charms
- give your ears to the bright cockerels
and the variety of birds on every tree - the day falls
onto our lap, like a baby cherishing
to be hugged, kissed, showered with care
and tenderness so that it grows into
what we wish it to be; healthy, robust
and full of love like the strength of light
that oozes from the disc in the sky
to radiate back to the world
the intensity of love growing in his heart
for love is a seed that grows and grows
until it cannot be covered;
it smiles with us, it cries for us,
it is mysterious but open like a book
it even apes a chameleon sometimes
hiding behind hatred with the illumined
wish to give way to what it really is
- the day that blasts away every day
with new promises of love weighed
in the strength of light

rewritten from


the sun is but all light
when the day is in full bloom
it is in the early hours
when it is born that you can
see the strain slowly piercing
the darkness of womb with the
excitements of creation pouring away
like good luck charms
- give your ears to the bright cockerels
and the scintillating variety of birds
on every tree - the day falls onto our lap,
like a baby cherishing to be hugged, kissed,
showered with care and tenderness so that
it grows into what we wish it to be; healthy,
robust and full of love like the strength of light
that oozes from the disc in the sky
to radiate back to the world
the intensity of love growing in his heart
- for love is a seed that grows and grows
until it cannot be covered;
it smiles with us, it cries for us,
it is mysterious but open like a book
it even apes a chameleon sometimes
hiding behind its opposite, hatred,
with the illumined wish to give way
to what it really is - the day that blasts
away every day with new promises of love
weighed in the strength and comfort of light


rewritten from



the sun is but all light
when the day is in full bloom
it is in the early hours
when it is born that you can
see the strain slowly piercing
the darkness of womb with the
excitements of creation pouring away
like good luck charms
- give your ears to the bright cockerels
and birds on every tree - the day falls
onto our lap, like a baby cherishing
to be hugged, kissed, showered with care
and tenderness so that it grows into
what we have visioned;
healthy, robust and full of love
and radiates back to the world
the intensity of the light
growing in his heart with love
as a seed that grows and grows
until it cannot be hidden away
it smiles, it cries, it even apes
a chameleon hiding behind hatred
like the darkness of night
but soon gives way to what it is really
the day blasts away every day with
new promises of love in the strength of light

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Ars Poetica


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 21, 2015


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