Best Smouldered Poems

Blue
twinges 
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful  pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic 
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall 
of lazy strolls in lush green mead  
wild sniff of purple...

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Living With A Myth

How dares one to speak of disability and live with it to tell the story narrate 
                      the hardship soft embrace...

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My first husband

Wore out the arms of his chair
Digging his elbows
Into the soft upholstery
Of our marriage.

I made bright covers with
The fabric of family life
Home, children, pets
But the damage smouldered.

I bought new chairs
To fill the empty rooms
Of divorce and loneliness
But missed the old upholstery.

My second husband
Came...

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When times are good friendship blossoms
It fragrances all about
The sweet perfume of love
Let’s all about know
That no ill-will can see the light of day

Animosity can however set in quickly
Like a fast blowing wind
The sand castle of friendship can scatter
Far and wide
The shallow foundation
No match for...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction
warm sand under my soles and my soul undisturbed

Wandering on and carefree...

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Fumbling for my lighter I saw you: 
unlit cigarette awaiting illumination. 
I smiled - appealing for enlightenment, 
and you came to my rescue, igniting 
my interest with a spark of ardour. 

You struck the match that lit our love. 
You struck the match that made...

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I watched her perched on a chair
a picture of loveliness
She unaware
as she ate a peach
and juice ran from the corner of her lips
down her chin
I walked over and licked
to take a sip.

She looked up at me with that certain
look I new so well
Her lips were...

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(Up-Tempo Shuffle)


VERSE A

Each war of personalities
Within your crowded soul
Reaps a gasp of mystery
Anticipated - anticipated ...

But just a flash of golden-green
One sweetened liquored gaze
I'm on a slope that's slippery
Intoxicated - intoxicated - oh


CHORUS 1

I drink you like a madman - ma-ad-man
With cubes of sugar, sugar...

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CHAPTER 3c continued 


Till he happened to encounter 
A much stronger river hunter
Hideous Jurassic lizard
Pulled him down with no returning
 
Other crocodiles converging
Made straight lines like silver arrows
Churned and twisted in the water
Then the other three turned homeward 
 
Standing on the river's north bank
Matto, Lisa held each other 
Watched...

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i hate a night as this
minutes turning as the fan
slow and back again
metronomic 
lives slipped past each other
spotlights on dark water
arc light dimming
tenebrous
murmured civilities
faucalized voices
whispers in a wine glass
monosyllabic
days years months
rusting like old coins 
forgotten in a sewer grate
mineralized
calendar of moments 
flying backward and away
burnt years...

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Chapter 12d (The Fireflower cont.)

As they held their breath and waited 
For a flame to catch the fire flowers 
Finally a smoky ribbon
Drifted upwards from the petals
 
Gradually the flowers smouldered
And a filmy smoke ascended
With an aromatic odour
As it played around Ipiki
 
So the bat inhaled the fire-fumes
As the...

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What recently smouldered
now grips to my shoulders
a prickled and frosty forepain,
a pre-emptive breath
while selectively deaf
to the gut contradicting the brain.

No plural demise
from oceanic eyes
could drown my heart ablaze,
my will shall not bend
while I share with a friend
that I would miss your cobalt gaze.

At your side...

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Brendan ain’t ‘Able’

The teacher preached that we are all ‘different but similar and 
                               ...

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Insanity was at its peak again
Humanity degraded. . . debased
Lives of fellow beings became toys
They massacred thousands
For the Holy war
They smouldered while laughing
Matchetes and cultlass were freely used
Heads roll on the street
Part of body littered major road, even in Major street6
They are fighting for Allah
Whose...

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Eastern Front Anger

The tiled oven exploded smoke and debris was strewn
everywhere in the room which had been untidy
before plasticine animals went up into flames
before authoritarian anger banged and exploded 
before I knew what anger and emotion could be
and before I chose to forget the combustion

Neighbours...

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