Best Prising Poems

the sound of departing train,
hushed wind, incessant rain,
separation and parting pain,
waving each other goodbye!

as the train journeyed you far,
leaving on time’s face a scar,
prising open our lives ajar,
waving each other goodbye!

silence after the last carriage,
like the last page of a marriage,
alone amongst strange baggage,
waving each...

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Maquillage Civilization

Come ! Quick ! Quick ! 
              Cover up the tracks !
That lead to my doom
Even the lynx watches blear-eyed the bald-eagle
	badgering badgers waddling down slithering marshes
Curling wisps of mists ...

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Inner 
With a luscious fullness
It emerged
Striking nooks and corners
With it penetrating forcefulness
Enveloping the evolving clouds
Concealing the flustering desire
Shadowing doubts then guilt
As l muse to ponder
Plundering the doubts
As it surfaced with a formidable chunk
Pounding the chunking doubts
Again and again
With precise willfulness
Prising it to a priceless grit
Quenching...

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Men grunting 
Mothers sighing 
All wailing 
for the willing soul
With a lamenting pitch 
As he renders 
a resounding call 
With a rising Crescendo 
Prising into every heart
Wriggling while thrusting away
 from this wanton emptiness 
Seeking relief amidst his mortal folks
Hailing his willingness to abide 
As they...

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the aroma of old people pepper air with putrid
perspiration tainting, we sit once again on settees
loosely puckered by pummelled 
time like skin hung brittly on bones, 

limbs locked on rusted pulleys 
prising on old hinges heaving heavy levers. 
rites are routinely enacted with drinks
placed on...

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Co. 

Breath intertwined, mine his. 
Gulps visceral
Hold it, hold it, hold it. Please. 

Hair tickles chin, coarser now. 
Hand hooked. Grip for protection. Mine, his? Discomfort hits after a time of cocoon - untangle a limb, like once before. 

The prising of sweat-dampened skin. Skin
that...

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Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.

Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to...

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Incense whispers drift skywards
Echos amid the memory boxes.

Prising lids off revealing recollection relics -
Fragments labeled and categorised.
I run my hand over each:
Exploring the worn grooves of emotion -
Branded into being human by perspective!
Examining each piece I question it's reality...
Is it time to redefine? rediscover? to...

Continue reading...