john tiong chunghoo Poems

the ride through Gobi
kublai, genghis in
the corridor of my mind
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Hong Kong alleyways
we too are caught between
the old and the new
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distant sight -
a light in the rhythm
of my heart
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Minneapolis charm
an endless bridge
of cultural wonders
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in the man is laid out
an exact model of the universe
his knowledge drives the world
vast as creation where stars glitter
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mass weapon
of destructions
one thing evil
Saddam did not
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Candle in the Wind
entrancing, entrancing
the way you flicker and flicker
holding on so tenuously
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