Best Brutalised Poems

Your Rain was tears on my window pane -
the first poem of yours I had seen -
pain-drops spattered a snow-blank expanse,
grief-blue with regret and what should have been.
I thought mediocre. Bad omen for you.
You who attempted to pour the blue,
to quench the amber arid air
and...

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Keep silent before Me, O islands and let the people renew their strength
Let them come near; then let them speak; let us come near together 
To judgement.  Isaiah ch 41 verse 1

March the 13th 1996, I was driving along, thinking of how some people...

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“Something Beautiful” 

Something beautiful befell my eyes
yet inside the silent child,
The Unheard, loudly cries 
ugly turn away, 

I hear it,

it cries in the mirror,
turn me away -
it cries, yet I am that I am forthright in all its states
and I am to you evermore and...

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A man takes a bath in his tired apartment
Old enough to remember the deportations that never happened 
Hums a careless tune - a forbidden tune. He gasps
Did the neighbours hear him? Will they report him?
Should he report them first? He shakes his head
Several sleepless nights...

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“Words We Cannot Escape”

Words we can no longer speak

we tap dance over keys 
bruised blackly numb
Winter palette in hand 
Autumn now gone 

across white-washed notes fixated on stark enclosed walls 
the scent of old Lavender swimming in its vanilla escapes us
each word appears miraculously in...

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A fellow named 
Timothy Terna,
was killed by a 
brutalised hyena.
When went him a 
forest,
to pray at a high 
crest,
for God to send 
down bunch of 
manna....

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The grandeur of my life are elusive
Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression
My free life is cramped by chains of servitude
And shout out loud I mustn't 
Because even the power of my tongue is tied
Blank in me is the power to be heard
I'm the subject to the...

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The reverberating sounds of the Drums and the sweet melodies
The wavering movements of the tree suggest that they enjoy the rhythm that they hear
Tipis and feathers creating an artistic view of cultural connotation
Men and women blown away in preparation

I can see generations connecting to the...

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(letters to my presido-elect): i

good must be lucky
else
luck must be goody
that niger now lurks in seas of goody-goody

1960 as father sang
was her year unlucky
who dwelt
on many a natural grant
with sons great
that beheaded must
lie in tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days

and now mend
your brutalised
your kwashiokored
your maimed
your exiled

for
good...

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Were is the conscience of the world
The world should rise 
And embrace peace 
We are tired of dying
We are tired of oppression
We are not giving up our land 
We are ready to defend our 
Our dignity 
It does not matter 
How tired we get 
Our...

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Since my birth I was wondering
Who is the important man on earth
Yes, a mother is an important person on earth
But she is not a man.

Which role should I play on earth for me to labelled as an important man on earth

Neither Doctor Nor Teacher
Neither Bus...

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Red,
Brown,
Gunned down,
A manchine ceased to be

Oxidised
Realised
Brutalised
Catharsis empathised  
Our fate it seemed to be

Hopeful
Fruitless
Helpfull
Useless
Your minds bent eye sees me

I lie here shunned
Yearning
Turned
To dust as you do sleep

But one man sees me
Joyful
Insightful
Ecstatic for my bones

Use is deemed
Beyond whats seemed
From rusted parts and skin
Inside what counts
Is what...

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How much my heart breaks for you
A victim straight out of the womb
Life dealt you a horrendous hand
One of abuse and doom

A little boy abused from two years old
Rejected …. given to another
Brutalised , lied to, blamed
A life of abuse you continued to suffer

Now an...

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Ive been watching so long and seen so much

Ive seen everything you destroy with your deathly touch

Since the dawn of existence ive allways been here

For millenia ive heard every scream tasted every tear

Everything you touch becomes brutalised and savaged

Everywhere you habitat becomes naked and ravaged

50...

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A howling gale is roaring through,
Southwesterly, she grew and grew.
From balmy airs and clear blue skies,
She gathered herself for our demise.

Overnight she gathered her tremendous force,
and channelled herself on her headlong course.
There's no escape from her raging whine,
as she howls and screams up our coastline....

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