Long Harboured Poems

Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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As the life of the day nears its last breath,
With a glow of crimson, forewarning its death,
Upon its cresting, the reflection, daunting,
The sea sets free a beauty, haunting
The depths of its treasures of unknown span,
The...

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But the mood of celebration
Lasted only for a short time 
Very few returned to thank them
Han and Matto found this puzzling 
 

Chapter 2 BLOOD MOON
 
Through the days and nights that followed 
Spread a...

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Part 2
Now they had to get revenge 

They crawled through the night
the ground frozen from days without sun
to the place where she had gone,
her human skin not strong enough to live in the cold
her mind...

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As the end of a long day now approaches
Like a candle flame almost spent
The sun and its expanding rays
Now hides away with contempt

With stealth and silence,
The light of day starts To dim
And the harsh realms...

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In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach

Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream

In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one

Who handed...

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Swan Song

Stealthy killers have crept
Their secret bullet
Reaching this empty nest
Swans too unaware of attack
Arms aimed riffles

Pleasure hunted
Shock
Smile
Blast
Exhilaration
Death

Only one reflection now
No other dark gaze looks back
No other gliding ripples
All reassurance has gone

The lake of desolation
Coaxed her...

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The day you conceived me in your womb
I greeted my creator with a thousand thanks
In your womb i laid happily and grateful
I merely died of laughter in there because
You harboured me in your womb like...

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Life behind these eyes

This old body, harboured among so many artifacts.
My Spirit wanders the spaces within my four cornered rooms.

My Soul searches for meaning beyond the bars of my steel cage.  .
My heart beats...

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"Tangled Web of Love: A Broken Trust Unveiled"

In the realm of shattered hearts and broken trust,
A tale unfolds, emotions 
turned to dust.
A man named  Singh  once filled with love,
Now stands deceived, like a...

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Stood on the roof of the Empire State
Two American men and their new English mate
It’s true that a bourbon or two had been had
Perhaps that’s what made them all act a bit mad

The Englishman, clearly,...

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Blessing 

A blessing is more 
Than some words on a page
Or to follow a sneeze
Or break a leg for the stage 

It's more than just sentiment
It is conscious decision
To send love and kindness
With a purpose...

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There he sat among the ashes, thinking he was, oh, so good,
Just a tiny glowing ember that was once a piece of wood,
And he thought that he was better than the embers there that day,
But,...

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When taking a stroll on a path filled with weeds the force fields are often not symmetrical nor are they aligned. But the shining synchronization of a sky lit sun cap can capsulize even the...

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When DNA shunted a tad to the right
And the very first man got his very first sight
Of his chimpanzee brothers, less upright, less tall 
With rocks preselected he bludgeoned them all

Man’s earliest crime from man’s...

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Her flapping wings ceased the troubled storm,
The ant of the dwarf looks like an Iroko.
Toweling my ego towards her fixed feelings
She penned her pride just perfectly to me;
The raw prettiness that bleeds her feminity.
Alas! The...

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Her flapping wings ceased the troubled storm,
The ant of the dwarf looks like an Iroko.
Toweling my ego towards her fixed feelings
She penned her pride just perfectly to me;
The raw prettiness that bleeds her feminity.
Alas! The...

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As sensitive and as fragile 
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings 
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean
As jubilant as a trilling...

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Conceived and born in the rainforest 
I have traversed the Savanna and the Mangrove
I have trudged through its Swamp 
And dwelt I have in its Woodland	
But I only bear tales of 
The Montane and the...

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Though the crease begins to crumble
These old pages still run blue
Currents pulse beneath the surface
Pen-leaked ink that bled your truths
Pen-spun words that writhe like veins
Under skin and paper skies
Cold to touch, crept through your core
Settled...

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Staring at my reflection, but she will not look at me,
Maybe she knows something that I’m too blind to see.
That look of disappointment for the things I haven’t done,
Bitter sweet resentment for what I’ve now...

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Kinshala now, I sometimes ponder
If you are made up
  Inside my brain's own wonder,
and if I really love you so
  or just want to love
        ...

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From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.

Confetti never thrown...

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Listen again to the tale of papa's goat:
The earth was white before when I was
 born in the pen of penury' breast.
Shivering,conventioning, he talked to us.
Dark pregnant of the sky was his rendering
 in the...

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She sought the bright lights of the city and left love behind
She’s lost in a haze of self pity that’s making her blind
The money she’d stolen had carved her a path to her dreams
But the...

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