Best Hinterland Poems

It’s odd how we all have a persona,
An image we’d like others to see.
My emotional clothing, my charm and charisma, 
It’s nice but it’s not...

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Please grant me the gift of seclusion 
To be free, from where all others go,
An escape, a cleanse of confusion
Time alone and an end to...

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meandering
along the hinterland
relentlessly I search 
for innocent love
in the remoteness
of unspoilt territory…
a hopeless romantic
making inroads into
inaccessibility

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In-flight
In pheromone
Honeysuckle perfume
Insect antennae knot freshly
bouquet.

In breeze
I feel your breath
rustle shiny reeds
of my stints' hapless hinterland
you learn.

A vest
of velveteen
gleaming wings that trembled
Turn to a whirring...

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You are my soul's hinterland Huntress
methodical in seduction
beautiful in bashful entrapment,
capturing this man's mania for erotic offering
leading me into open fields of forbidden fantasy,

Disrobe my...

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A lonely beam of yellow-white light,
carving a curve in the ink of the night,
upon the snow-burdened branches of pine,
standing still guard to the lord of...

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Mr. Religion, can you tell me why you run?
 
If your faith is so damn solid,
 
And your morals so pristine,
 
Then why, oh why,
...

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President Jacques Chirac
Was laid to rest today and with him
The Europe we loved, the civility and elegance.
Democracy and decency when Paris
pulsed with life.
These days one...

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Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me...

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"PHOENIX: Bleeding Hearts and Blue Violets”


 

Broken Hearts bleeding red
You lie in white sheets
Turning in the crisp clean pages muddy with
Black Dogs barking in your...

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Fascinated only by pathological manifestations
Of the subconscious mind
A peculiar mark of unfounded substance 
A glaring light upon the hinterland
Perceived as negation 
In which perception takes...

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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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Fi is my name 
Short for a title I can't rename

Fi is not a note
Two letters shorter than a mote

A fiddler from Finland
First son of...

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I dreamt of a river last night.
I dreamt of a river flowing and I could not determine its direction or where it goes. 
I couldn’t...

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Animation I grew up with,
Bride of fantasy stories.
Comedy with action I watch,
Death of worries I snatch.
Earth of penitence is
Fist of imagination I sense.
Girdle of suffocation,...

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