john tiong chunghoo Poems

sinn sisamuth's songs
i feel so much closer
with Cambodia
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Wall Street collapse
Bush a rat out
of the rubble
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i wish i could stand as tall
as a tree with a poetic vision
diverse and expansive as its
twigs, branches and leaves
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men are God's signatures
criss crossing this plane
every signature spews a life
that smiles with the stamp
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you look and feel
so unpresident
the way you walk
the way you talk
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Circleville Pumpkin Show
the child asks for a ride
on a large pumpkin
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to be a newspaper
journalist is a sacred
profession, it is about
not placing refuse on paper
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