Best Chiselling Poems

I
I could copy, imitate and duplicate
The words of heart-and-wordsmiths
O muse, help me rather emulate
The genesis of natal pedigree, truths
And touches of agape-Love

II
To speak of aging,...

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Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night,...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the...

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Are you sitting comfortably, children?
Because it's a long tale.....
Then I shall begin.

Arthur was a Mason, which in case you hadn't known
is a man who sands...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired...

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Children of Xenophobia

Children eating bullets and firecrackers 
Beggars of smile and laughter 
Silent corpses sleeping away fertile dreams 
Povo* chanting new nude wretched slogans 
Overstayed...

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Your warped song and dance play to my soul
twisting and turning me inside out
melting and moulding my depths
creating, shaping, chiselling away to new form
until no...

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holy wars
not right… way back when
not right now
~
why fear religion
why believe in fear of god
abused nature… fear
~
sieve good from bad
survival of the fittest
evolutions real
~
would humans...

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I had a waking moment but it was soon
to be forgotten.

Rising from a peaceful sleep, now I'm 
intrigued.

Feels like myself and my mind have made
a...

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Priscilla of Titillating Courage 

With smidgens of cereal we may choose to grind traces from

Grains of life truth sadness vagaries and the circle of being

Separate...

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Notes put to page by mage intent
Attempt at acting sage pro temp
Unheard notes of songs and hymns 
Unsung as yet unwrit
Using rythym of rhyming repeating
With...

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To bed just after one
 Awake by half-past three
The words in my head
Swirl around and torture me

All I did was have an idea
A simple story...

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