Best Fossilised Poems

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Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

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The sun glitters on  the seas smooth surface viewed high  from a hilltop 
Light blue and  pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently  on...

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Kisses from insolvent grave,
Stole the dying breath away
So dizzyingly fast,
It escaped as fleeting vapour;
The hackles bristled, raised,
Clouds of ink on sunny days,
As scratching quills engraved...

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Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
  The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
  As electrical dusk tugs...

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Time crystallised into every golden grain 
Fine as the flakes off my skin 
For a thousand years void of rain
Rising to Rah with the slope...

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life without water
could not ever be sustained
thank the spring showers

water cascades... rain
distilled... early morning dew
winter confetti

no water... no frogs
deathly silence... then it rained
the sound of...

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The worst has yet to come,digging up fossilised feelings of mammoth proportion which way a ton,years of emotion wraped in lares of flesh an dirt,exhumed...

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In the southern hemisphere
At the tip of the eastern hemisphere
Upside down, opposite from most around the world
To find your true location I point to the...

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ANC and Joe Slovo  

ANC took on the white -run system and won, we hoped 
for a new free country an apartheid- free land
The...

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They say that any dream is organised around a wish.
That a dream can often be the fulfilment of a wish.
Last night I dreamt.  I...

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A live T-Rex, but should I stand and fight
It’s foul breath and it’s drool made me take flight
I just couldn’t bear
That if I stayed there...

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Waldorf warbling wa wo we wa
Glows from hidden archetypes are not architects nor are they archetypical in construction. In fact it is the translucent bud...

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ANC and Joe Slovo  

ANC took on the white-run system and won, we hoped 
for a new free country an apartheid-free land
The “Rainbow Nation...

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And then the cold had its story to tell again and emerged overnight

The seasons had not changed but as always kept a sudden surprise

Days sunbathing...

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The last kiss is blown 
into the Sanskrit winds, 
passing indecipherably, 
planted on the sky. 
All that is discerned 
are emotions bared therein 
the calm...

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