Best Slavish Poems

What Life's Treasures And Sweet Gems Should Be

Life's gems should be,
more than anxiety, sad sorrows, cryptic words
Man existing should be,
more than blind, slavish-chained beasts in...

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I was born unto a woman and a man, and a government,
this was the Trinity, these were my employers,
entrance into this magical melee was acknowledged...

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The Birds, They  Were So Silent


I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they  were so silent
deathly stiff...

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The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe...

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Ssss.....
Splendour smooth sound that sounded severally sometime ago,
Smoothly stealthy sensating my soul.
Sound sounding second by second significantly,
saying ''I love you Thabiso'' not even swallowing a...

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To a Public Prosecutor or a Judge of Mud*, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s : A un magistrat de boue*

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His language is spontaneously slang with slavish saliva-
Watching beneath his own tooth’s.
What more can he appropriately appreciate when he is left with the tongues of...

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Forgive the Americans, you forgave they who raped your land,
and they now forgive you; so becoming the forgiven, is your due

forgive the Americans, they who...

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This morass of a quagmire beleagured unfaithful
bestowment of gifts so easily annulled,
confined spaces of opinionated biased
blown out of proportion like bubbles of miasma...

Wedge issues continue...

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“We live on a placid island of fear 
in the midst of black seas of infinity
and it was not meant that we should 
voyage far”








"Intrepid...

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Strange is this land that I’ve entered,
Yet maybe I’ve been here before,
Magical artist of nightfall
Paints fingers that tap on my door.	

Somehow I feel strangely centered
Both...

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God said SO, It's Gonna Be ALRIGHT

I Open the letters to your heart
I present the meaning of dark;
Slavish trails of broken  paths;
None of which...

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When Thy Chains Are Too Heavy, Do Not Complain 
           (read of thy sins and...

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Slavish slipping time ?
Betwixt her warm thighs
That she may cry: wet 
These circles revolving
Through diamond cages
Claimed amid her alibis
Tethered unto this... 
Moment of which hangs...

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MaryAnn Sage

Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something, 
   now a middle aged,...

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