Best Canvasses Poems

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun...

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 [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from afar for the nonce and based their documentary - as...

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Tossed my slippers, walked barefooted
through the alley of my wall where my paintings are adorned, 
saw the canvasses lined neatly on wall
where dim light of longings path throughout the hall...

Chosen good ones, brewed best
aroma of this black coffee so crisp, 
haunts me in a night's...

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 [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from afar for the nonce and based their documentary - as...

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When the sky rains down in jelly bean lights
Colors bright, multiplying themselves through lightning bolts
Seen through their candy cracks opened loud
Like clouded green glass glowing thick
Glowing wide jello wavering in a blinding flash
Across the landscape kissed

Happiness smooths over coconut sweet trees
Orange sugar slices take on...

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          Corpus

                     in words 
designs 
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SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?


Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business

Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad taste
The exotic of the past
Is now the mundane of today

To...

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let these words to read roll on as ramble reflections of another setting son
Shadow painted pictures in leaves of fickle breeze
Under changing skies of purple red and cloudy pink unease
As scattered words of other time stir rested memories
Close tired eyes with held back sighs
To whisper...

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I want canvasses
littering my room
fed by paint from my brushes
and lukewarm water from my brains
I want to see a billion stories
scattered all about my walls
and my carpet, and my 
Television wears a happy, painted
mask to hide his blackness.

I crave marbles
melted into breathtaking glass
sculptures, and these...

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Remind me of magical things
Enhance my joy, my being alive,
Tiny newborn babies who thrive
Precious jewels in golden rings,
Canvasses of sentient colors
Starlit skies of deep velvet hue,
Morning grass, shimmering dew
Fresh powder-sugared crullers,
Tiny bouquets of fever few
Bows of ribbon in curly hair,
Ballroom dancing with a flair
Old cards...

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"Mona, oh Mona, when will you ever understand

our mankind is not for your taking, as you smiled;

I had taken your hand." I had clearly witnessed it all;

Once I've seen sin in your eyes, humanity was to fall.

Sin had first came upon us, in a juicy...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated with the noose of indifference

Cataracts of devotion flows from the...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated with the noose of indifference

Cataracts of devotion flows from the...

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It is the origin and hope of a thousand children, the love that transforms young seedlings to plants.
 
Its breath canvasses the woods of the Zaire o'er the hills of Zimbabwe down to the lowlands of the Mozambique. 

It is the great tide that accompanies...

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It is a dreadful burden to see
Life through the eyes of a poet

Rambling rivers become languorous heartbeats
Cloudless skies drawn as cerulean canvasses of god
Winter is now Summer’s slumber
Trees adorned in crimson and gold
A leaf forbidden to be mentioned
Age passing as endless regrets
Anger a fiery jab
Love...

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