Best Smuggled Poems

While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in wild blooms, as sparkling in mystical celestial beam, in the mesas of the clouds, the Dzukou Valley, 
a remote dale...

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Harrowing shifts placating Palestinian patients
Awkwardly healing bones, injuries war caused
Comfort we gave seemed severely insufficient
Soul mates meeting among pain, implausible 

Crutch hobbling boy with copious haphazard grin
Caught both our hearts, we smuggled him chocolate 
You took every free chance to sit and joke with him
Your...

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Over the ocean's creed 
Lie in waiting with foreign breed.
Heavy metals laced the ocean's petals
En-route to the creek in cargoed cans.

Rice from the fields of Thailand,
Iced fishes from freezing Iceland.
Craps of computer hardware from Shenzen,
Packs of frozen skeletal turkeys from China.
Smuggled contrabands in hidden sacks
Matches...

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We cousins looked forward to our summer holidays which were full of fun
Our barbaric guffaws were louder than the joys of any battle won
One was always on the run while another chased him with a water gun
Heroism was on the footloose, with many ghost chilling...

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The Things Never Said
The terror…
The only things ever said about my daddy’s WWII service were that he’d been to New Guinea where he’d ridden on a truck full of soldiers by a river without a name  in which it was oft said he’d lost...

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Dedicated to my pastor, Dean Andrew Cheah

Come, hear me now as I tell you a tale
An inspiring tale of William Tyndale
A man who poured out his life to translate
God's Word from Greek, not the Latin Vulgate

He fled from country to country
Living like an unsettled refugee
He...

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Homes under trees
family in tents
refugees in forests
hunting of edible rats
cattle rustled away
harpoons to hook fish
wild humans eating
weak humans legally
clothing of rags 
thrown as gifts from sky
slave diggers in mines
tortured, underpaid
smuggled females
exploited as things of joy
jungle life at work
enhanced by jungle brains
by those in stone houses
this...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned at seven. His elder sisters looked after him until he...

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The Tale of the Unexpected Prince
	I sat in my lonely castle room looking out of the window. The village below was a flurry of activity with peasants going about their busy day. I sighed. I am so lonely, I just want someone or something to...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had brought him here,
That and the rumoured treasure.

The cook was thin, just bones and skin,
And constantly in a bad mood,
Though he...

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WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON

     SOMETIMES I JUST HAVE TO ASK...WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
          AM I REALLY... HERE ON EARTH... OR DID I GO BEYOND.

        ...

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I REMEMBER YOU  my lover         

  HOW  LONELINESS HAD SMUGGLED OUR LIVES

OUR JOURNEY STARTED WITH PURE VERSES

WHEN I SAW THAT LOVE IN YOUR EYES

I REMEMBER MY LOVE. I  do REMEMBER

TODAY MY HEART WRITHES,

THE...

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I want to talk of days of old
and a story that was never told
and I will tell you this story is true
and here it is without further adue

many trips I moved green bales from the keys
on my coast guard cutter called "cherokee"
I smuggled marijuana right...

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It’s heading for our planet at ten thousand miles an hour
To stop it all the experts say we haven’t got the power
All the nukes in all the world won’t constitute a plan
So someone said, ‘All we can do is call on Turbo Gran.’

The call went...

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Sweet Just the Way I Like It

you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon arose sharp as a razor
and they set about creating a dynasty
a master race of thumb sucking idiots
that arose from the...

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