john tiong chunghoo

my enlightenment haiku -- ganges/ my first bath/ her last/ saw four sons washing their mom in a winter ganga years ago. spring rain under my feet melting snow This haiku poet is one of few to have won top prizes in traditional haiku, senryu, futuristic and free form haiku. Thank you for visiting this page. John is known more as a haiku poet though he is as passionate in writing other forms of poetry and equally good at them. His poems have been used by universities, colleges and schools in various parts of the world. Some have also been used for the internationally recognised GCE and the American International Baccalaureate Diploma examinations. John has been published by the Oxford University Press, Oxford University Campus Poetry Magazines, Marshall Cavendish Education Singapore, Yomiuri Shinbun, Mainichi Shinbun, Asahi Shinbun, World Haiku Review, the Times of India and many other online magazines and journals. The universities that have used John's poems for various arts and english programs/modules/courses include the University of Chicago, University of Southern California, University of Virginia, University at Buffalo, University of Texas, San Diego State University, Padang State University Indonesia, the Makerere University which is the the oldest university in Uganda, Batangas State University in the Philippines etc. John's poems have also been used in Christian newsletter/journal/sermon in the United States and Canada. You can take work here to use as course material, examination purposes, include in your city's newspapers, campus magazines, poetry magazines, personal blogs or read them on radio, television, poetry workshop and poetry slam but please credit any work used. I have written many many poems including the real bad ones but without having written the bad ones, i wouldn't have arrived at the good ones. HAPPY READING EVERYBODY! ! ! signature poems - young women, old women in their heart despite the years the yearning to be beautiful young women, old women they look at each other one with envy the other with fear and contempt of the wrinkles, old age young women, old women they look into each other one for a mother the other for a daughter Dreams hold on to your dream it sweetens all your nights brightens up your days because dream is a compass that shows only one aspired direction - success, success and more success Ulek Mayang TO UNDERSTAND BETTER THE POEM PLEASE WATCH AND READ THE FOLLOWING: https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=lzRuFOwaUx0, https: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ulek_mayang seven leaves swept asunder in a tumultuous and roaring wave a sea of longing is played, replayed this emptiness of night the moon and sea are a pair of star crossed lovers in a futile grasp of reality they hold onto the flickers of thoughts in each other's bosom; an unrequited love swept in a luminuous tide of make-believe - - the moon reposes in a sea of hope, the sea lets its fate be guided by the light - - it holds onto the tail of the moon in a dance of grief that has for so long crossed their way the leaves grovel in a churning wheel of fate under the gentle glow of lace spun by the moon they are taken out to sea again and again in a ferocious tide that whispers, whistles, sighs and roars to broadcast a destiny torn and swept in separate ways - - never to be seen again john tiong chunghoo Reading Pleasure words take up the space in the quiet of his mind images sprout like whispers a heart is stirred like the rustle of bamboo leaves in a garden of solitude the writer is a world away as we walk the lanes of reality and dream admiring the flowers and fruits of knowledge taking the curves of alphabets GARDEN OF EDEN - what is this body but the Garden of Eden and the senses, God's apples enjoy all, except the tree of knowledge and death dont be the master of things beyond you dont eat that apple this body is not yours Listen listen let's the spirit run without doubting its sustenance there...is eternal life there is the tree of life there is....the Almighty STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING a squirrel runs across frosty evening on a plain of white carrying a cosy warmth i would love to have light greyish coat impeecably patched and stitched for the season time runs across space mindless as a clock which has forgotten to crawl everywhere the trees gently whisper sweet nothings and cavort away the evening baring skeletons and bones to the heavens to swear their love snow falls like mannas onto a million stretched hands that grovel to receive every trace of divine providence breathless, breathless the white glides and bounces in an evening that holds onto everything like forgotten time snow falls like mannas onto a million stretched hands that grovel to receive every trace of divine providence breathless, breathless the white glides and bounces in an evening that holds onto everything like forgotten time john tiong chunghoo)