Best Powders Poems

December 13, 2014

It still pains me to know you have forgotten me
It pains me that your heart is so blurred and far
It hurts to never get the chance to tell you
It hurts that I should  even care...

We were never to be
We never began, and...

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Lord what I'd give to go back in time.
Meet historical legends Wyatt Earp,
 Or Jessie James, let them leap off 
The written page, and live again.
Rough riders, shooting the colt 45,
Learning swiftness by the draw.
Badges brethren, gather up,
The madman’s posse,
Gun powders equalizers,
 In there bloody...

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Badabee bada boom

Cabaala vroom vroom

Up in the sky

I fly on my broom

Valleys and vales

Over dry hay bales

On wispy clouds

My twitchy broom sails

By the moonlight dim

Those sighting Grimm

I search far and wide

They’re my next victim

Dissecting their hearts

Burying other parts

Potions I make

For my dark arts

Green red golden...

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my sanity seems to unravel

like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day

I keep tripping on in the mud

but when I go to tie them

I find myself barefoot

rooted in an unsatiable lust

for something other than reality

a blood-letting of sorts

a scream that dies

before it escapes my throat

my struggle...

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Make The Silent Poetry on Floor - Rangoli*
A gift for all Poetry friends

The Poem is dedicated to Deborah Guzzi for the 
inspiration from her blog Onam India & 

Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S


Making Rangoli is a thing of joy,
It would fill your heart with lovely...

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"Skinwalker"


That one’s mind 
is like a scene from Chagall
dreams flow like blood bleeds
across the cortex page curtain call
an audience with the silent speakeasy 
cerebellum with its swift
matter-of-factness 
logically guides the fingers 
to dance across keys 
the amygdala paints freely
expressing visions like marbled memories
queens, kings, bishops,...

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To the legendary teacher I pay tribute
For imparting live voices to the mute
You paid gratitude
To the multitude
On the mountain top you stood
And all the heads understood
You never said ‘Never’
As admired in Geneva;
Tremendous work for real
Remains in me a thrill!

You explored the world
Left in me a...

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All around us
It’s an epidemic
Man-induced plague

It’s a conspiracy
To hook people
To non food foods
Eats that should be
Technically inedible

Anything to grease the wheel
Of factories and consumerism
Nothing grown naturally
Nothing from a farm
Heavens no

Promoting foods whipped up
From powders and chemicals
None of those
Vegetables or fruits
Or other live stuff

Let the population...

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Come caroling on Christmas Day, my love.
Hark merry sounds, one spirit sings as two.
Rise carols high above white turtle dove
In flight with cardinals of reddest hue.   
Sing loud of peace and joy and jingle bells
Together as we glide o’er sparkling field.
More music blends...

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You said you saw the pastor
hiding in the corner of the shabby church
smoking, and looks worried

That Windmill turns no more, quietly stands 
Silently prays and loudly mourns  
For it never forgets how people scorn
That old car parks by the roadside
Pieces of paint, peeled and...

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"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged 
the once good Poesie folk 
to jeer and throw pebbles

the Raven looked 
on with the eyes of a wolf 
black...

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Adroit Android

Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android...

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African woman, I have heard so much about you
I have heard that you are caring, that you are loving , that your kindness is incomparable. I have heard that your beauty needs no special powders and creams hoba o pabala 'sea la batho!
Theha tsebe and...

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How has it dawn on us so soon when we hadn’t even achieved much?
Why has the marketplace ceased to buy and sell so scanty the streets wither away
The clouds becomes more darkened as smokes ascend randomly our fields are on fire
We can feel the rain...

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The-lit-wick-burnt-quick
I am the dipped stick
People are always referencing to

For two reasons:
One, is that I held on too long
Two, is because all but two fingers are gone

Lets look on the bright side, shall we...
I was a beautiful explosion!

A vibrant bouquet 
Of summer flowers in bloom
Emanating from...

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