john tiong chunghoo Poems

i too was in the flood of inspiration that set the violin
into motion for his grand piece - debussy
everybody who loves the entrancing notes
that flow like flaming june in a warm noon breeze
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Macao - city of dreams
that can be made or broken
over a table
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Brahms, your notes wrap me
in a furry furry heartwarming blanket
i walk the rainy snowy streets you
plucked your music from
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Kokopelli's Cave Bed and Breakfast
we ask whether the roof
leaks
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my breath cannot keep up
with my heart my feet
cannot keep up with
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i bought a CD with real sounds
of birds, insects, reptiles and animals
keeping close to every pause and unique
intonation they make so that i can practise
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i hate it when they mangle your
bubbling notes at hotel lobby
cafe, and parks when you have to
give way to the staccatos of stilettos,
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see a man, feel the rising sun,
setting sun rising moon of each day
over his East, his West, his ears, his eyes,
though they have appeared to have
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looking for
a fresh piece of America?
Go Vermont, Go Vermont
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the old stooping unsteady Indian woman
helped by her 40s something son
to her seat
glittering as the gold round her neck
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