Best Stencilled Poems

A sign, slanted rays in mid-morning hour.
Opening of tomb
with power.
Before it spoke, was hidden in tree’s womb -
scar of wood,
in tandem two parts.
Much like the sign on Calvary - I AM
stained on splintered wood…
twining hearts.
Man’s substitute - in the thicket a ram.

Matthew 28:6, He Has...

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I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smells of damp 
directories, of urine and pubescent vandalism; 
silhouetted at the...

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Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins,
I'm so tired of His Naggins.

 
Scribbled on the pink walls of a Mordor Pissoir in black ichor:
Sauron sucks Galadriel's...

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Behind the barricade of books and papers,
In the earthy rise of espresso grinding,
  Misty jets and the steaming milk,
  Lavish scents and aromas black and silk;
Until the senses swim in their filters,
Percolated with velveteen sound and vision,
  The caffeine palpitates from sip...

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Yesterday I followed a trail
of coffee beans stencilled into
the contours of Anouk’s dress:

tapioca coloured lips serenaded
coral and mustard tweed, near
the surface of the Java Sea.

A boat was anchored:
a silhouette of Noah’s Ark swayed
to the tempo of her undulating tapestry.

The silver vessel glistened as my
reflection met...

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A Forgery of such style 
In a touch shall call,
		again, to sigh and fall.
To the Ageless Jazz leap,
				'round midnight
A Generique Portrait 
		Consumed out of Love 
		Never wasting their pretentious time,
 Claim to reveal your elite taste 
		True colours with bile chased 
Poloroid of Authentic appearance...

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{August is Woman’s Month in South Africa. August 9th is Woman’s Day. August 8th is an opening of the Lion’s Portal to Cosmic Strength. This poem is for all the Lion Hearted women who have crossed my path on all timelines across all dimensions !...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed and watered beneath the morning's stale smile 
With a pretty...

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Cruelty danced 'cross his stencilled mustache
  Sparks of Evil flashed from his roving eye
A wicked Sneer curled 'round his too-thin lips
  His fingers like claws bespoke a master spy

Trench-coat pulled tight 'gainst the pounding rain
  Stealthy his gait down the dark narrow...

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the topped her desire with a cherry on the cake

icing sugar crux of the biscuit cusp of pure delight

candles had outgrown the sweet surface of pastry

but she cherished her life just the same evermore

tasted age and radiant light with no shadow of doubt


the older she...

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