Best Fossa Poems

Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 12 (d) The fireflower (cont.)

Dominated by one hilltop 
Round in form, it’s summit hidden
In the whiteness of a cloud base
There they saw their destination 

Now they climbed by steepening gradient
Through a changing vegetation 
To a lighter forest ambience 
As the trees...

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The humans were gone from this island for twenty million years
Its twenty million years in to the future and those islands are new frontiers 
The mother giant lemur her children rears 
One of lone lemurs nearby cleans his ears

He jumps on large baobab tree
But this...

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Odyssey from Africa 14f

This colossal ratite was the
Largest bird on all the planet
It would live on Madagascar 
Till the time of William Shakespeare

“Let me tell you” said the monarch 
Quietly pleased at Han’s reaction 
“What I find to be most curious,
Something hinting at a mystery
...

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CHapter 14 King Ptoleny the 2nd (cont.)

Thus they charted weather systems 
Grey depressions bringing rainclouds,
Towering dark cumulonimbus,
Or the violent storms and cyclones
 
And in turn this processed data,
One or two days’ weather forecast,
Spirited across the island 
By the network of the flag-towers

So the fishermen at...

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It's called the Popliteal Fossa,
colloquially, the 'Hough'.

It is that sweet place behind your knee
that looks so like a boudoir pillow,
and yet becomes a tender hollow
when at rest.

A disguised beauty, but ever responsive
to my lips caress.

Such are the small things lovers
hardly ever mention with words
as they...

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O Sonho

As pessoas não sabem que o sonho 
é a vida 
que dá vida
tão concreta e definida 
como outra coisa qualquer, 
como estas maritacas que gritam 
em bebedeiras de verde. 

As pessoas não sabem 
que o sonho 
é vinho, é batom, é fermento, 
bichinho de...

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Sonho comanda a vida

O sonho 
é uma constante da vida 
tão concreta e definida 
como outra coisa qualquer.
 
O sonho 
é batom,
é espuma, é fermento, 
bichinho de focinho pontudo, 
que fossa através de tudo 
num perpétuo movimento. 

O sonho 
é paleta, é cor, 
é pincel,...

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Motor

O grande motor da vida
é o sonho,...Sempre 
que uma pessoa sonha 
o mundo pula 
como bola colorida 
nas mãos de uma criança.

O sonho 
é batom,
é espuma, 
é fermento, 
bichinho 
de focinho pontudo, 
que fossa através de tudo 
num perpétuo movimento
de fazer mais e mais....

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THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA

   narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
   are tangled and detangled in the threads of time 
   
   they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge 

   alien methane palls...

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