Best Fossilised Poems

The sun glitters on  the seas smooth surface viewed high  from a hilltop 
Light blue and  pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently  on  the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by effervescent lemonade froth
Purple fairy  floss sponges  entwine with...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

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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 
Upon white paper

Who among the sprawl could feel
If it was or wasn’t real,
The secret of the dream
Beyond the ruffle of...

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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 molecular wire.

Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
  Bouncing their radar off structures and ground,
Charred blots of rag...

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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 of the dunes

Crocodile tears fill the Nile
For they flourish for a thousand miles
To nourish – with sacrifice - Pharaoh in...

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not a bone to pick on beach walks
with my lover just pleasure and leisure
strolls in the sand of time and togetherness
joined at the hips of mind body and soul

sizzling fingertips and footsteps near the edge 
of the water crested in undulation
two people one wavelength 
vital...

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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 splashes

all life dependent
some dance for water... it rains
sustaining splashes

the shape of water
drips in profusion... shapes rain
land submerged... flooding

the shape 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 over a billion century's of prehistoric pain and hurt....

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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 ground
Past the molten magma and the fossilised death
We meet in the centre of the earth

Our connection is the core
The intense...

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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 sprung to life reconciliation, dancing
in the streets, which have become crime-ridden by now.
But the ANC cannot rule forever,...

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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 dreamt that we were gone.

Palaeontologists declared, after
years of painstaking escavation
that remains found tamped,
under a long dried sea were
fibres of make...

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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 
I’d be forevermore a coprolite


[Coprolite = Fossilised Dino Poop]

6 November 2022
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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 of a tropospheric triangle that timely counts one two three and is recognised by algorithms who arrive in boats..............................and often...

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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 sprung to life reconciliation, dancing
in the streets, which have become crime-ridden by now.
But the ANC cannot rule forever, and it...

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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 of clock towers fossilised 
to claim what hurries by. 

So time sinks feet in instants 
of merciful prayer, 
locking down...

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