Best Countenances Poems

My Love,

The sky reminded me of you today.
The sun set in lilac with a teasing tinge of pink—
just the way you used to love it.

On other days, the sky is yellow and murky,
reeking of sulphur and carbon;
I feel suffocated in grandma’s old penthouse
(I sold off...

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The word on faerie lips, I’ve heard -
A gleaming, white, pristine, grade A...
Baby tooth. And rarely used.
A solid, shining, well-endowed,
enamel-laden tooth. I’m wowed!

And.... 

It’s in the next town!
Flyable!
I gather my reliable
Companion faeries...

and 
     we’re 
      ...

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Oh, latest iPad, may I hang thee,
From the nearest garden tree!

A Grinch, thou art and nothing more.
Causing me, endless problems galore!

As always, Safari is to blame?
Almost a tune, that puts me to shame.

Why is it I , who is always at fault?
I dream of joyful...

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Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound
With the zeal of a...

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A pawn for a pawn, a crown to crown,
whom is Master of this Lodge in town,
this I enquire while preparing the pyre for you to retire,
my meddlesome mobility unabated, indicative of a congenital nobility,
configured to coral this clambering caravan of corrupted cargo,
like a sqaulid sailing...

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Three Faces Philosophy


What keeps the certainty,
The “solid” floor underfoot,
Which physics has taught me 
Not to trust,

Or the tautness of my skin 
Holding me in?
Taught me naught 
Where I begin,

Or end
And in the end, is the reward 
The Knowledge, the prize,
The secret of this mystery of
Life?


Mired...

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So many faces moved through the desks in my classroom
                   sitting uncomfortably at first
             ...

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Vanguard in death and deception,
Innocent hearts heed to his illusion.
Cry Mama Africa, cry for your children.
Angels with dark countenances are raised against them.
Rise black man, awake from your slumber,
Inactivate the medium that is deceiving you.
Understand, no! over stand the number:
Six, six, six is the number...

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Friends and foes of flesh and bone from me they have flown 
A different company I keep in reveries of twilight sleep
When night’s dark blanket does fall, I begin to hear their call
Carriage wheels creak, horses shriek, I look, but dare not speak

Some appear restrained;...

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Imagine being in an Art Museum and admiring  beautiful paintings of the Four Seasons.

    We look at Spring and see the grass that is turning green with flowers starting to peep their heads above the ground and the trees budding. 
Everything...

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I will love you for the rest of my life, 
Feel your hair against my cheek, cascading 
Over my shoulder, the brush of your lips 
The warmth of your breath, whispering 
Tender words I needed to hear, my wife. 

In white coats and somber countenances...

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Like a mother of many faces 
Many countenances 
Changing through the ages
What is written is important but more important is the yet unfilled pages

Her hands are pale yet very dexterous 
She has to be ambidextrous 
She is sometimes a muse an actress
But she can expand...

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stubborn at the most
unfortunate moments
and quick with a
flabbergasted wit

he ambushes me from
the alleys in his mind
from behind
where four strikes
are uncommon
and frequently
commented upon

let's try to ignore the
inane flattery and take
into consideration
three screwdrivers deep
the fantastic premise this
is situated upon

apart-heid
has rendered my fat
and substance unfit
avocados are for brains
still,...

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I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions of miles of neurons
Just to make a stain
My marrow is strained in such a glorious fashion
In attempt to produce even...

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In the famed halls of tainted justice,
on granite pedestals, 
stand carved images of corruption
Sculpted stone countenances, 
with etched somber appearances,
pillar levitate in Roman atriums
of grand pall splendor 
Wicked dead visages
placed disembodied erect
in the mausoleum corridors
Sullen sepulchre sentries
to the crypt chambers of the living 
governance sinful...

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