Best Leached Poems

My words seep onto the page like poetic tears
Drip
Drip
Drip
Words once leached from every inch of my psyche
Now my friends, my time has come
It is time...

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In this small square room of mental illusion,
I look at my reflection in a state of desolation.
I'm not what I am in this state of...

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The rose has been raped of her beauty 
Stolen by hordes of dreary lines
And to be leached further still 
Until nothing remains of her ...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire...

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There are people who make up misguiding lies,
use words to hurt, wound and paralyze,
they put up'walls or mountains to the skies,
of unscalable heights and unmeasurable...

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My thumbs jolt around the bright interactive screen, 
little letters appearing with each little poke, 
typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. 
Then...

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The birds of pray are on their way, in every beak the Word

(of ptomaine tomes by gnarly gnomes) whose meaning is obscured;

they roost aloof on...

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Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its...

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Charlie. I worked with Charlie for 14 years. He was a little older than me, did the same job. Sure had the "highs and lows"...

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Wasted landscapes without proper tenureship
Evicting the true owners from their habitats
Tensions between the economic and survival
Leached sands, eroded banks of stewardship
Artificial substitutions and the phobia...

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Like the lost sounds of evening bells 
The voices of children pealing 
The last lie of innocence in papyrus away; 
Not the baubled brook in...

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The groans of ancient years still echo in my bones. It is a pain 
That lodges in the weariness of Africa. Curled in her, the...

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[Additional piece to a joint writing entitled LAND OF POETS A REALITY by Donald Kuutsi, Blessing Masora, Sithole Albert and Pardon Simango]

Like the deep I...

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Dinosaurs waiting for stone to erode,
their skeletons covered, uncovered again,
iron that's forgotten the blood where it flowed
and phosphorous leached from a primitive brain--

delicate sabers of...

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I dream fragments of poetry, 
	my pen balanced in my hand, 
	journal opened to that page 
	already darkened 
	with blots of frustration,
	asterisks for seemingly important...

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