john tiong chunghoo Poems

senses have eyes
deceived by
our all seeing eyes
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close as your fingers
are to each other
tall, thin, fat, or small
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a few verses of poetry
an ounce of love
a heaven of faith
a sea of knowledge
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the chopped up boa
chunk and chunk
of floral leather
geometric design
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my hands are tied

i paint with fingers
safely stored in
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where i live
race issue is
bantered about
like a pop song
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they know they
are losing grounds
because they are
not native, native
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he just wants
to be accepted
as an equal
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she launches her leg
into the air higher than
her shoulder, over her head
zeroing in on the single goal
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alas, i have taken along the wrong gear
it is too late now, i have gone too far
the little boy who forgot his swimming trunk
just have to swim without one
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