Best Aluminium Poems

We are the children
of the Four
A wandering race
The leaves, trees
and streams feed us
The earth, water and
winds sustain us
We belong to no man
A race so
complicated
You talk...

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Eyes furtive carry the reflected sheen of aluminium paint that is smooth a chrome flood
On the tin roof of the woodshed seen, with moonlight awash,...

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Jewels of Africa.

The saffron Queen spins the lilac sky,
her rays flick crimson cinders into Royal Blue Oceans.
Submerge, sizzle, frizzle...going, going, gone! ...But Not.
Cumulus clouds drizzle...

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Dad looking at that weatherboard house, Old Tooters home,
A thrifty man.. us to him did his brother send,
Saying that the place could do with a...

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Ancient and modern is this heartbeat 
of a kingdom of four territories;
becoming the first biter to the endocarp of industrialization;
the first host to a global...

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Loving you is easy
As you are the door – Ianua 
To spring
Ice clouds are held in the furnace:
Dirty grey pearls
Your other name is of course
Janus-...

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Part Three

  ...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering...

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The wind-chime tree 
 is singing in heavenly voice,
 there are Angels beneath the golden rusty
 red leaves,
 There singing out in Harmony 
 a...

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traffic jams, the constant beat ,bloody robotic tune, 
automobile cells, comatose faces, last stand, this subtle hate.; 
frying intellect, counting money ,faraway fields, mind machinery,...

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"To my belief.." Said the Satyr, perched in an osseous throne,
"The clouds are crumbling! The ocean is drowning! Creatures are inside of our soil!".
And since...

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Age ain't nothing but a number.
Aerial ruby-red
Lithe liana and
Impulsive night-black jaguar,
Young, playful, wild, 
Amusing in chime... 
Hues of metal and blood flood.

Axes make crosses.
Aluminium nonchalant...

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With her wicks she’s not weak,
Her voice soothes me with great pleasure,
Her hands keep me warm when I’m sick,
Cooking nice food is a treasure,
Spores of...

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I could see the old woman's figure,
not quite straight, comedic silver eels
of white,writhing in her hair

by her side, an aluminium pot, 
plastic-wrapped, an errand perhaps...

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Check your cheques
You must realise or recognise
Quarrelling analysing skillfully
Without criticism centre or colour
Judgement no theatre of grey of arguement
Like a boats draft determined by draughtsman
Curbing...

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The clouds belch and
sky flashes its
touch,
Then the clouds
spread their dark
blankets
over us ;as the sky
shed cold tears,
These drops of tears
wash off the
dirt on leaves of
plants,
dusts on...

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