john tiong chunghoo Poems

love, it is rude
for you to ask me
to give up what has
been closest to my heart
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Banana Grove
In the wind a young leaf folds
unfolds
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broken roof
the child dances
in the light spots
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start of day
the beggar throws some coins
into own begging bowl
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the owl watches
the forest floor
eyes wide as the moon
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vibrations

secrets
of
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go to the
sea for an
ounce of faith
it can inspire in you
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this thousand year old tree
so old, its barks break apart
long dry mouths all over that
sing songs of rain and shine
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the remaining bouquets
the flowers are still fresh
but this late valentine night
they look particularly
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you may not be all knowing
but it does not mean you
would not know the all knowing
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