Nebula to Eye
Where stars weave though velvet sky
Is born a limpid nebula to eye.
.
wool
twill weave
cardiganz
harem pants
boots
hoodiez
aran coats
dents
Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
Spring! What a captivating flower!
Its wonderful bright color
Seduces everywhere with power!
DARK SYMPHONIES
Tuned frogs and crickets,
Challenging my ear’s scorings:
Last night’s symphonies:-
Capitalism. It is what it is;
Accurate and efficient ...
Pity that humans
egoistically little understand it ...
Connivance can be pusilamine,
But it's not a sign of weakness ...
It is an option for the strongest!
In politics, it is not used
Just good for the good ...
Not even evil for evil ...
Everything can be reversed,
It depends on the support you have ...!
In politics you live for her,
or if you live it ...
Usually the two
practices are confused ...
Sometimes everything we need,
It's a right word, at the right time
To then realize the act ...!
My Heart, home of the Undying is open and healed
Lifetime after lifetime arduous I journeyed, peeled
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BONDED STIFF
Our love knows no swiftness;
Its tied and bowed in stiffness:-
Our life of love, is no played game;
Rather, it's an everlasting bond attained:-
May our love always be like a royal evening ball;
A loving affair desired and wished for, by one and all:-
May this precious bond between you and me, ever be,
A God-granted blessed bonding, deemed for eternity:-
Left slack at the edge of the violin,
an afterthought of gut and wire,
waiting for the bow that never descends.
Every note passes overhead
like birds stitching the sky.
The hollow body drinks their chorus,
yet no song grows inside this wood.
Ears open in the varnish,
dark mouths swallowing everything unfinished—
a concerto of failures,
a catalogue of unsung hours.
Different, always different,
not melody but margin,
not hand but handle.
Still the silence hums,
a taut ghost trembling
whenever others are touched.
What music it might have been
clings like rosin to the air,
faint, impossible,
vanishing before it begins.
I butter the toast as if it were a pardon,
its crust breaking under my knife
like a sealed envelope.
The coffee is bitter ink,
a confession cooling in its cup.
I swallow it fast,
as if speed could trick the executioner.
When I buy myself flowers
I imagine them lining a witness box:
petals trembling,
each one swearing I once existed.
I take long baths,
the water climbing like hours,
the body softening, rehearsing its exit.
Every errand feels ceremonial:
the grocer weighing apples,
the cashier stamping receipts—
as if recording my presence
before the page turns blank.
I buy the trinket, the sugared cake,
because why shouldn’t the condemned
glitter a little,
lick the spoon clean?
The hours leer,
their faces blindfolded.
Any minute the rope could tighten—
a phone could ring with pardon.
So I go on feeding myself,
scraping honey from the jar,
gilding my throat
for the last song or the first acquittal,
as though I might vanish mid-bite,
or else be called back,
my name suddenly rinsed clean
from the record.
Ashes scattering
As new flames are igniting.
I am no longer
Fleeing nor hiding from stars
Of my old constellations.
Human being, stretched tension
between the divine and animal realms,
distant balance suspended
between the exiguous and the abysmal!
The body only acts
with what eyes see
and the spirit grasps...
Only in my solitude,
I absorb the complete calm
and the serene sound of silence.
Gentle gestures generate kindness,
tender manners generate tenderness...
attention generates desires,
care generates love...
If you have love,
love without restrictions...
if you have more than love,
let me love even more...
I like much more
what my soul wants,
than just what the body desires,
having both feelings,
life will be full of beauty...!
In life we must avidly,
seek full knowledge
like someone searching for a precious stone...!
my ostrich shell painted with
springbok and entangled daisies
blowing in icy wind
I drink yolk and albuminous
whisperings along rushing waves
we are soft dreams where
a fishing boat stood
buildings now deserted
¥
storehouse freshly painted in ochre
fishing nets drawn alleluia
dreams float with the sardines
drinking coke we celebrate catch
wind skips along Hout Bay shore
daisies clap wild petals yellow
shells smashed we eat boiled yolk
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contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Skukuza healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
biltong shreds
¥
he pierced her teenage framework newly
smoothed with rosemary
galaxies watched in horror
scratched her legs with longing paws
Gen Z’s roared their rage across
the continent
she bit her presence into his poverty
townships waited in mourning
her virginity ripped
identity equals Acturian
vulnerability is paintbrush memories
seven shadowy children
are to arrive crystal
not through her uterus
she is alive
limbs like entangled serpents
an embryonic adult on canvas
who escaped a naked bed
her art stolen into law school
his arm resigned decorates her shoulder
blind geckos scamper
¥
scamper open lidded lizards
they decorate her shoulder
stolen are all her paintings
her naked bed cold
canvasses half complete
entangled her limbs ache
alive she has her hat and black cat
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Specific Types of Extended Metaphor Poems
Read wonderful extended metaphor poetry on the following sub-topics:
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Poems Related to Extended Metaphor
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