john tiong chunghoo Poems

morning charcoal fire
excitements of the new day
in the fiery sparks
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son asks father daily
for designer goods
from clothes to wallet
to shoes to his underwear
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sea death
a bouquet of roses
washed ashore
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autumn wind
the lady holds hard to skirt
colourful leaves swirl
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let's just not
talk about freedom
let's see it in
black and white
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to give each poem
four billion space
for reflections
each space hiding
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taller than
the Seven Summits
Kit DesLauriers
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reading a 13th century poet
feeling the sun circling round me
and all the inaccuracies it cast onto me
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what do you do when a legion of
your creation turn their backs on
you and try to push you aside
for your sacred sanctuary?
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