Spice Of Life Poem by john tiong chunghoo

a dish cooked up
under the hot sun
in the winter cold
the rain, the shine
and the heat of
human relationships
a pot, a pan, a ladle
a turner, a spatula
steame cooked, charbroiled,
parbroiled. poaching,
barbecuing, a kick, a slap, a pat,
a kiss, a tango, a waltz,
a tear, a laughter
a yell, a moan,
a broken heart
the man is slowly cooked
slow cooked

sweet, sourt, bitter
are the years stored
in the cooker of miracles
that hears, sees, and
talks on the lane of creations
a vintage treasure
ever to spill its beans
into the cauldron of
hearts livers and souls

they are the spices
that sting the buds
sweat the cells,
cheer up the soul,
blacken the hair, brighten the eyes
and sweeten the voices
the drivers that
release the sparks
as we melt in each
other's eyes
a divinity's recipe
served to every cell
in this physique

here i am a powerful
delectable dish cooked up
for good, for bad for the ugly
a turtle, a tiger, you,
me, a prisoner, an angel
a saviour, everybody

I would love to be the
tiger, the cheetah,
the elephants, monyet
the dreamed steak
the red hot chillies
in everybody's life
- all my friends, pets
and what have you?

and the red hot oven is still
on - waiting for more spices
to be sprinkled onto
the cuisine everybody is wating for
a cuisine to bee served
walking, running, climbing
and heart to heart