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1914 Iv: The Dead
JTC (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

1914 Iv: The Dead

Poem By john tiong chunghoo

the years did to him
like they had to wines
a calmness, mellowness

-submissions to the divine
tempests, victory and loss-

they poured a shade onto him
like amber - leaves that return
a million years to shine like miracles

the halo round the buddha
circled the realms for answers
to every breath, every consciousness
before crowning him with triumph

every year of study of the sutras
brings new understanding,
new awakenings, a clearer sky
the manner vintage wine surprises (greets)
the tongue every new spring

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wow...beautiful. I love the equation of year to wine, calm mellowness in age....very good man
A coincidence - I am a Buddhist.
John your poem made me feel so calm and mellow. I have to crown you for writing your poem so well written and enthused. Outstanding work please persist to write more.
If only the human race matured as a whole race instead of as seperate individuals the world would be a better place Yet each life contributes something to the overall tapestry
Awesome write, John, I enjoyed reading this one....


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