john tiong chunghoo

Gold Star - 4,894 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

Poem About Poetry - The Real Poets - Poem by john tiong chunghoo

poets are birds
birds are poets
and the latter
are the truest poets
singing - from dawn till night and night till dawn
crowning the world
with their exuberant,
health giving and never ending poetry slam

first to flag off
the daily slam
would be the cockerels
sending our heart reeling
with the precision of
their poetic clock
they crow until the sun
has no choice but
to rise to the occasion

and then a thousand
other of their kinds
a million colourful plumes
in pomp and pageantry
high on cool shaded
majestic green podiums
begin their rumbunctious slam

their songs as diverse as their shines
every bird chips in
to make their slam the most powerful kind

some squawk,
some squeak
some chip chirp chap
some cry, crow, caw
some whistle, peep, screech
bark, croak, grunt, grumb
some plain quack

the best poets
chirp simple
mersmerising songs
slicing through
the first light
with their varying
tone, scale, metre, rhyme
cheering up the day
with full throated optimism
that could cure
any depressed heart

some twit delightful songs

chirp, chirp, chirp

chit chit chit chit chit chit

chi chiu chiu chiu chiu

twi wee twi wee twi wee

yer er er er eeeeeeeeer

so tenuous
and true
these feather poets
are in their art
they could put their
human cousins
in the novice basket
when it comes to
the world of poetry

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, April 27, 2009

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