john tiong chunghoo Poems

each we and them
are heavy, especially
when used with
self indulgence
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if there is anything
that needs to be clothed
it is one's ego
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the sky is a sacred place
where the mind of god
rests upon that of humanity
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dont call me a poet
instead treat me
like a poem
spring, summer,
...

the old well is
an old woman,
dispirited, hunched,
aggrieved
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finding out that time
is just not to tell time
it is not on a self
gratification trip
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New York City Central Park
on the ice skating rink
two teenage girls steal the show
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i am only
a part
of creation
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