john tiong chunghoo Poems

writing poetry
suddenly i realise
it is to a journey to
my own sanctuary
...

the shrivelled leaf
has become a thousand
pieces of bleakness
as my hand presses
...

it looms up my mind,
over me, stands so
erect and grand
i thought it's another
...

poetry is ringing that bell
in the scheme of things
- that central system we draw
our moods, our growth,
...

put one child into a room
give him a doggie
to write his page
...

close of day
the barrage of questions
mom's story hour
...

the sky is a darker shade of blue
a spellbinding mood setting tone
that would inspire an artiste to his brush
to romance with a spanish evening
...

god is so patient
because his one second
is the birth of a million million stars
...

well, he fails to say
you dont fight in a war
to mediate between
rival groups who are
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Roatan
going bananas
on banana island
...