john tiong chunghoo Poems

Indigenuous peoples
in the wild a voice
grows loud by the day
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Universal peace day
the peace that flows
in us
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Nature carves a living thing
out of earth, air, fire, metal and water
giving it a spirit to survive on
earth, sun, moon go on as a living entity
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Poetry the crystallisation of the soul
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Some are to die for
many would do so

some are divine will
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(Poetry in progress)
the pigeon lost a partner
they were picking peas or
whatever in the street
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In the steps of the waves
a sea more stormy
is brewing
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Still thriving
selling old fishes
Mahathir
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i thought of you
the licking of my hands
a rough warm pad with
your saliva overflowing
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Chameleon
a class war or a
race war?
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