john tiong chunghoo Poems

the shadow follows my body
the body follows me
the tangible and intangible
that make up this world
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limbs grow in the dark to obstruct
the chariot that ferries the heart,
which now runs in a maddening speed
so that it loses its noble direction
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the best poem is driven by
one's love for precise and
spontaneous expressions
for what one loves, and how
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haiku:

sea death
a bouquet of roses
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silvery sky
the calmness
of heavens
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the brain works like
a dredging pump
clearing the mud
for little diamonds
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the universe
flows through the man
a minscule of
all creations
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loving the
young male singer
who won
all the awards
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the joyous chirp
of a sparrow
in the morn sky
sends a heaven into me
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bird flu
teaching his pet parrot to say
i dont have bird flu
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