Best Bok Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved differences, tight discrepancies peppering the salt stings 
something honest and...

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A World Shattered


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Here in Bolehland, this has to be the saddest news to date...
The occurrence of a fiery tragedy, to leave a solitary victim in its wake...

Such a tragedy makes the famous Tragedy of Macbeth a mere blip on the emotional scale....
Imagine...

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Saturday Farmers’ Market 

Here’s how it goes at our Farmers’ Market:
shoppers all ages, clothing, and races,
parents push bundled babies in strollers, 
children dash eagerly through the crowd. 
Others meander to and fro, seeking 
new food and old faces they know. 
At the top are the...

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III

Who is this wanderer come out of the desert
well nourished and with muddied feet?

Who is this angel come down from heaven
to walk this earth for you to meet?

Who knows this stranger come from the past
to test your courage and love, so blind?

Don’t send her off...

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II

The teacher and her pupil sat by the river
holding hands and trading adjectives of

admiration. Luna looked down upon the playful
couple and blessed their union. They were pioneers

on the frontier of a New World, like Balboa,
first to see the ocean and imagine humanity.

As the poet bloomed...

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I would help the air by blowing smoke 
into outer space. 
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.

Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain, 
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.

Oooooh!
I would open the clouds just like they were a tap,...

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SNAKES (XI)

			Temptation always comes in a pretty package;
			they were caught between two worlds,
			worlds apart. The reason for snakes
			in the grass is to make elephants dance.

			You were the candle leading him out
			of the darkness, now you want to extinguish
			his flame…you can’t have both ends
			of his soul.

			“I’m...

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I wanted to see the sea,
so far and long,
all water, no land.
He took me there.

The old landfill,
was the biggest park around,
I wanted to go.
He took me there.

I wanted to dance,
to hold each other tight,
with a body that feels warm and full of love.
He took me...

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He sits before my window strongly scented 
implanted deep inside my soil so grand 
With bushy arms of spruce uncomplicated 
this big bulbous tree is planted in my land.
With every passing day as I got dented 
by the sweat of my brow, the toil of...

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© Theresa Rossouw
I wake up in the morning feeling your arms around me. The night has rolled up and gone to rest. As the sun warms the day, my heart is warmed by your love for me, beating at its best. 
You cherish me and...

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Today we went to the zoo,
clouds scud high and the sky was blue.
Mum,sis and me filed in the queue,
Gran and Gramps waited too.

Giant giraffes,six metres tall,
looked over a stable stall.
Short sighted rhinos with a keen sense of smell,
hippos wallowing in a mud-filled well.
Asian elephants lifting...

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As lunch draws near,
My taste buds rise.
Will it bring a tear?
Or make my senses rise?

Such in my great joy.
Fish in sauce is great.
Or bok-choy with soy?
A dream on my plate.

Ah,here it comes!
Hot dog on a bun
I can taste it, past my gums.
Would there were more...

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IX

"Not exactly Rumi...", he quipped, 
his words charged with full intent. 

"Rumi writes for everyone," she replied, 
"your words are meant for me alone." 

With that he knew she understood 
but one hundred and eighty-two rhymes 

could not make Time his soft master.  ...

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THEIR   LAST   DANCE


Said the lion to the spring-bok
Let’s do  a turn around the veldt
I won’t laugh at  your  figure svelte
If my big hairy head  you don’t mock.


So they danced  there in unison  -
Him feeling she...

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THE TREAT
Today 
      we went to the zoo
clouds scud high
   & the sky  blue.
Mum,sis &
       me 
filed in the queue
Gran & Gramps
         waited...

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