Hasten Poems - Poems about Hasten

Dementia

...
Mind, like a deciduous forest
has lost all its foliage,
all leaves torn away
by the autumnal blasts.

The brain where great schemes were concocted
is now an abyss where spiders sway
It i...

Jezebel

...Amnesia
... or impaired memory?
Jezebel stood firm before my eyes!

Behold Her Imperial Ruthlessness!
And her bosom, harbouring bile,
Was bleached like lightning.
Arachnid fingernails mock the...

The Festival of African Rain

...The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.

They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of wate...

The Wrong Train

...London fog, harshly early with strained warning,
Looms all over the image of the hectic city
There’s the smell of mists and the taste of
Frozen rain gathered before dawn.
Pulses brake and start,
...

From the Clarinet

...Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
gale-sweep, lays bare the lower balustrade
of a maisonette,
and the romance of the last ...

Night At the Necropolis

...Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing eve...

Annual Hymns

...Sisters of the grey night,
Assemble on the chest of the hill.
The heavens enjoy seeing your wild gowns billow along
When the winds hiss with humble pride,
And when your restless lips murmur prais...

On the Summer Fields

...I’ve been walking for a mile
The woman stalking me has been sniffing for a while
She has become my second shadow
I hope I am not the source of her sorrow.

I quicken my steps on the quagmire of ...

Brexit

...I hardly brew coffee alongside the metaphor of
English mornings blended with summer’s febrile breath.
But, on this occasion, I did....
It was a stifling moment on television.
The social media was...

The Night New York Slept

...It was one solemn, long night,
Tenebrous with the astuteness of perfidy,
And multiple hours before the break of an
Impatient dawn.
Lampposts froze through the pergola of winter.
Limp from exposu...

The Festival of African Rain

...The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.

They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of wate...

Information

...From sunrise, when the breath of the new-born day
Kisses my eyes, information startles me.
Waves of my sleep leave the froth from my mouth,
Youthful and earnestly fresh with the harassment of
Bot...

A Broken Mirror

...A battered pier glass, the length of a running lightning,
The width of a Caesarean window,
And next to an agelong, framed
Daguerreotype, lies face down across
A musty room.
Shafts and rods of ro...

The Clocks Go Back One Hour

...Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps bl...

Nightshift

...My breath is heavy from the clannish dusts
Inhaled at midnight when the clock strikes late
With the tone of severe darkness.
I hasten to the atmosphere of languor,
Capturing the scene of the rise...

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