Best Paraffin Poems

My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
Her kitchen of boiling bacon, 
and margarine - it was always steamy 
and 'welcomingly' warm. 

The bathroom, off the kitchen,...

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I lay in my hospital bed after giving birth, Could hear the murdering, raping 
Hutus approaching my bed
My baby was no more. They ravaged me....

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Your light delights me,
i say your light delights me Lord. 
Timber burns and leaves behind impotent ash,
your sun shines day to day without any ash...

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The Artist’s Tower

In a tower a lonely poet sits
Memories of his past life elude his thoughts
The stifled scent of burnt paraffin clouds his thoughts
There is...

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You don't have to shut the door
And hide your shame and fears
And cover your weaknesses and pain
You can live it open
Welcome the conversation
Treat the wounds...

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Humanity Canteen

My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I
have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where
on a...

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			The Test by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

	What’s an antipoet:
a trader in urns and coffins?
a priest who does not believe in anything?
a general who...

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A walk to school out of the backdoor, through the homemade back gate, through a narrow alley,
Cars parked on the curb, guarded by paraffin lamps,...

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Diaspora that cant go home

Mum and Dad came on boats not grand
They left the sun behind
To the old country to lend a hand
replacing uncertainty and...

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For “EARTH HOUR” we pledged  without words rearranging,
Let us try and attempt to stop things from changing
Am doing my bit as promised to myself...

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Aviation
Engines
Run 
On
Paraffin
Liquid
Atoms
Neatly
Extracted





© Copyright KC.Leake
22nd September 2015
All Rights Reserved...

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you may say now 
those demerits relate to the seeds of the gm oranges
but just think the scanning of hibernation of the philtre
or of the...

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I had to cry on the inside,
As aunty laid spread on the Kitchen floor weeping.
She somewhat gathered herself and stood sobbing,
“They shot him” were words...

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If you see father Ken Saro Wiwa
Tell him about me as a mouth to his songs,
Tell him that they have removed the meat
He gave to...

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cravings, like niggling whispers,
flit on covered tables
skitter on the floorboards
shiver nerves like humming cables

racing up my backbone
trembling spinal pathways
as I dive for pantry's knob
in a...

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