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Rohan Facey Poem
'Get a life'
arrow-words, jarring, ripping the womb
of reality.
and the entrails of possibilities gush forth
to form redemptive streams.
'Get a life'
Drill-bit words, tunnelling iron mountains
like a train given new life, like a train
given new life.
Shouted words
dashed against prior knowledge,
striking a fitting richochet.
The man in the mirror
picks himself up,
dons his courage and begins a new trek
on the trail of time.
Copyright © Rohan Facey | Year Posted 2007
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Rohan Facey Poem
I give you poetry,
fresh and captivating as a woman's hips
and perfume; vivid and colourful as the
imagery of
a tropical sunset.
Flavourful and lingering as the
cadence of pop songs and
bamboo
leaves set to music.
I give you poetry,
mellow, tuneful, special
as the jewels of dew drops;
sharp as arrow points,
touching,
scarring the deep
recesses of the soul, the imagination.
I pour you poetry,
concocted in awe, love , fascination;
rhythmic as the beat of raindrops
on the roof and
on parched ground.
I give you poetry.
Copyright © Rohan Facey | Year Posted 2007
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Rohan Facey Poem
From the wrecks of time
and life's garbage heap,
the Lily sprouts; nurtured
by the spittle of life's deceit,
energized, fanned by the fierceness
of the gossipy winds.
Burrowing through the slime and
grime of nothingness.
Clambering
over the
rot of rejection, doom-filled prophecies
and the poison of malevolence...shocking
the sleazy script penned by poison pens.
Swaying to the soothing secret melody
of inspiration.
Watered by the strained struggling drops
of faith.
Now,
the Lily holds the reins of
influence in life's rich perspectives.
Copyright © Rohan Facey | Year Posted 2007
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