Long Chiselling Poems

Are you sitting comfortably, children?
Because it's a long tale.....
Then I shall begin.

Arthur was a Mason, which in case you hadn't known
is a man who sands and chisels, making shapes from out of stone.
From animals to...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi

Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A...

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I’ve been needing your lies 

I’ve been craving your poison 

I’ve been missing your demons 

I’ve been loving your hater 

While I was playing with death 

While it was ing me upside down 

While I...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this...

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Children of Xenophobia

Children eating bullets and firecrackers 
Beggars of smile and laughter 
Silent corpses sleeping away fertile dreams 
Povo* chanting new nude wretched slogans 
Overstayed exiles eating beetroot and African potato 
Abortions and condoms batteries...

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holy wars
not right… way back when
not right now
~
why fear religion
why believe in fear of god
abused nature… fear
~
sieve good from bad
survival of the fittest
evolutions real
~
would humans survive…
no technology… why not…
of course, we could...
~
push… pull… no wheel
it...

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Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and...

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Priscilla of Titillating Courage 

With smidgens of cereal we may choose to grind traces from

Grains of life truth sadness vagaries and the circle of being

Separate the wheat from the chaff only to find out we...

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Notes put to page by mage intent
Attempt at acting sage pro temp
Unheard notes of songs and hymns 
Unsung as yet unwrit
Using rythym of rhyming repeating
With rippling echoes reacting
Hanging ten while surfing brainwaves 
On the sharpening...

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To bed just after one
 Awake by half-past three
The words in my head
Swirl around and torture me

All I did was have an idea
A simple story in my head
Now condemned to hard labour
Chiselling pictures, I cannot...

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