Time Choka Poems

Freedom's flame ignites,
From every nation's heart,
Heroes rise in light.

Gandhi's gentle strength,
Mandela's enduring fight,
Chavez, a beacon.

Across distant lands,
Aung San Suu Kyi's plight,
Malcolm's righteous rage.

Garvey's call to...

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steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together

the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting...

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see how bored we are;
we enter trance, to pass time,
conjuring ego.

ego leads us to
a dance of fear and desire,
we feel as real.

somewhere in the mists,
we...

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Dress De Flor
 
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and...

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snow on the mountain
dark lines and grooves visible....
love continues still
spring swiftly erupts
the mountain hidden by snow....
love breaks through the chill
unthawed snow remains
through seasons even summer....
everlasting...

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As I walk alone 
Through the thickened forest path, 
thinking to myself.
Have I done enough... 
in my life to please the Lord? 
What else can...

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The eye will deceive,
but the water never lies ~
always, ever down.

Patiently seeking
the path of least resistance ~
not to be denied. 

Gravity enjoined ~
a tool and...

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Her lips were ruby.
The twilight played tricks with me
and sent me reeling.
One more day…I swore!
Would that allow enough time
to feel her caress?
To breathe her beauty?
To...

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Where have the days gone?
Like feathers, they fly away
in the breeze of life.

Fragile, wispy thoughts
we gather in, one by one-
stroked with loving care.

Do they fly...

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No toys to play with,
she draws dolls on the dry soil
with soft soiled fingers.
The pale face is drenched,
not by joyous summer rain.
Is it dripping tears?
The...

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Our earth life vessel 
assumes an identity
for our brief sojourn,
helping us to navigate 
treacherous terrain,
choppy seas on moonless nights,
for which we’re thankful,
whilst at all times...

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   Dusty elegance
   the grandfather clock has failed
   hypnotic and slow
   Where did the time go?
 ...

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DAILY RITUAL

A dripping body
Stepping out of the shower
Still good for its age
Firm skin with no spots
Yet showing some signs of wear
Inevitably
It’s been sixty years
And time...

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What we truly know,
is that we are here, alive,
although stuporous
as yet is our awareness,
hemmed in by senses
and interpreted by mind,
which relies upon
feeble memory recall.
To make...

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why am I inside
drawn like a moth to the flame
sunshine beckons me
yet here I sit, motionless
obsessed with the screen
ear buds block out the outdoors
can't seem...

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