john tiong chunghoo Poems

the stars are diamonds
strewn by the gods
in celebration
of their undying love
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a dance?
a candle flame
courting
faint breeze
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love never grows old
like vintage wine
it acquires a taste,
richness and smoothness
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when i am dead, i am dead
the world goes out of me and i out of it
there is nothing anymore in between
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Langston Hughes the haiku poet..

when dream dies
life is a broken-winged bird
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autumn
a nostalgia
painted in scarlet
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birthday cake
brighter and brighter
each year
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love, oh what is love?
flowers in so many shapes and hues
giving sweetness to butterflies and bees
in so many shapes and hues
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if you can watch a child cry
without being touched by its innocence,
you need more help than the child.
if you witness a child of any colour
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a beginning, an end
tell me where it is
so that i can hang my mind
at either end
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