john tiong chunghoo Poems

the chicken eaten
cannot come back
to tell us how it was
slit, emptied out,
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the needles - on the clock -
that keep telling us - - our share
of the everlasting - present
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god's love becomes the enchanting flowers
in the fields and on the mountains
his tears become the rain that falls as graces
to the birds, the grass, animals and us
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bodh gaya
a youthful enlightenment
fills the air
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mh370
god wants to show us
who is really in charge
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the Earth
it's rarer than
diamond
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anwar anwar
are you the new mahsuri?
are you wronged?
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it blossoms away like a flower
and us opening a new book
petal after petal, line by line
we live through them
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it blossoms away like a flower
and us opening a new book
petal after petal, line by line
we live through them
...