Long Frangipani Poems

Do the Dead see with their own eyes

    for Thadchayani, my poetry-loving doctor sister :  28/08/1929 – 26/10/2014 
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UNDERBELLIES


What underbelly is this 
          containing quiet grasping greed for
my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ?
       What...

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Did I say What I said You said

You said looking a little forlorn
						a little redundant
	the contradicting crosses in your eyelashes
   thrusting forth the brazen prophet in you for the day
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“Where does Love live
It lives in The Light within
where time never ends it just begins”. 
Lady Labyrinth


"50 Words for Poe: The Lacrimosa"

Room 9 was haunted
this much was known 
with great fear and trepidation
all patients avoided...

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Part Two

           a hardly flickering oilwick open trough lamp lighting
limply other framed coloured pictures of Ganapati
two half-empty troughs of kunkunum and vibhuti
on the half-opened cicatrised...

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"Angel Through the Wires"



Are you an Angel?
Speaking 
through my words?
You stand by me always,
as I walk roughshod 
through this world.

I see your reflection 
in my eyes
Mirror Silent 
Revolution Image, 
but you are not here,
You are...

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"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)"


“Don’t move,” she smiled gently,
“stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”,
I was sitting cross-legged 
on the lush green bluegrass lawn
it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet, 
long...

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(Dedication: For Regina Riddle)
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Tree caterpillar crawling
Strong windy debris;
Blown over the bough

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Violet blossoms
Vine decorations dancing;
Sun and breeze move

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Joy wears a face:
Your smiles highlight;
Dazzle of morning

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Hasty scribblings
Poetry in motion;
Grassy blooms unnoticed

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Rose garden memories
Touch of rapture;
Thorny issues exfoliate

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Sweet...

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It was unusual and fateful to stop the car at the traffic light

Marten was such a nostalgic renegade and abided by the law

Hooting middle fingers and then what seemed like a hail storm

There had been...

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Once in a blue moon
                I vividly dream of a veiled woman
        ...

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"Freedom Sees - Part 1"

Sailing
her clear 
Aqua Green 
oceans
floating 
mysterious exotic
fragrant 
Dark Pink 
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat, 
gifts sent  
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated, 
rooted to the spot
they...

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I am a general practitioner in a world where there's nothing but specialists,
A melting world with non-melting specialists.
(“Himatanthus Willd!”)
And my pain has completely lost Her voice as
Science in the last two centuries has tended to...

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HELP WANTED
by Frank Halliwell
Jimboomba, Australia
Public Domain.

I've been pondering
my future
As we're sometimes
apt to do,
Trying to reach
conclusions
On the paths I might
pursue!

I've wandered
ancient castles
filled
With France's
storied past,
And stood atop the
Tour Eiffel..
..The view was
unsurpassed!

I've climbed the
famous leaning
tower,
..A trifle ill at
ease!
And...

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Happiness is scattering herbs of kindness,
   watering weathered willows in the wilderness.

Happiness is following lavender streaks of twilight~
  gliding across cerulean skies, so bright.

Happiness, a synonymous noun for my precious son,
 ...

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Newly cut grass
Fresh fragrance;
A scented dawn

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Plumeria sunrise
Yellow and red;
Abundance flowers

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Daylight springs
Sharp streams blazing;
No more darkness

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Strange winding path
Etchings of patient feet;
Lost round the bend

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Daybreak
Blurry eyes dart;
Suddenly aware

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Time and space greet
The morning sunrise;
Promising agenda

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Joy calls my name
In...

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in our bathtub,
eye to eye
floating on
suds and such,
mind to mind…
wandering ..
.
  .
    .
      .
bubbling thoughts
   without foundation,
merely bland lips and blush.

danger lies
  ...

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O darling 
Look at me,
from my youthful sense
I make a garden
where I planted many flowers 
cause, I knew that-
by this garden 
you would go to your school, college, neighbor
and you would come back to your...

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In the twilight rain
In the crimson sun
A cute valentine chain
The love lyric is spun

You are the pink Aster
The rain is beautiful
In your city centre
The hibiscus bugle

You are a red flute
I can row a boat
You lend...

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We wander through so many gardens,
doting robins, ignoring the crows.
Our personal oasis is an unfinished poem.
Plastic flowers may last longer, but their dead scent,
cannot compare to freesia and frangipani.

In fading grey sunset,
I crumble, crouching in...

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August moon leaps
Over plumeria boughs;
A lover waits

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Jasmine in your hair
Scented portraits here;
Moonlit tryst 

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Night bird serenade
Sleepy lullaby;
Frangipani shroud

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Dark is the night
Solemn persuasion;
Stars come out to play

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Window curtains
Veils sure surprise;
Inner fires surge

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Blooming flowers
Garden sculptures here;
Wooden bench...

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Wondrous frangipani...
      You mesmerize me so.
        Like a fan, I twirl you
      Between my fingertips;
   ...

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ANCESTRAL AROMA


    Touching my birthplace, river Holy Ganges flowing in delight.
    After sunset, me standing on stream strand watching tranquil twilight.
    Before fading, depressed diffused rays...

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Soft scents of frangipani invade my nostrils in the twilight air,
pellucid thoughts from deep within made me aware of my senses.
I look over yonder and notice lovely ripples in the lake.
Luscious blueberries catch my attention...

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The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me...

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Alone in the garden, I breathe the besotted scent of vermilion frangipani.

I listen to the wind, the charm and seductive songs of the mockingbirds.

Beyond sinking flames of the quenching thirst of twilight, 

devouring the sky...

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