Long Inset Poems

When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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In a world brimming with danger
where tragedy is no longer a stranger.
with many voices that can lead us astray
They open new doors with the dawn of each day
terror saunter out unabated waiting for death,
To call...

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I. 

In this august room
I can see ugly, light-brown shelves
with books inset
like miscut gems.

I can see the surrounding flat, white wall
that looks like the painters
used primer.

These chairs are pretty though,
with crimson leather
and gold-capped rivets,
but they
too
are...

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Oh, Ravi Varma, you are a legend! 
When I look at this Indian postage stamp 
(brought out in your honour),
a miniature of your self-portrait 
with the inset of your painting 
of the legendary Damayanti 
with...

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Iridescence and subliminal flow has condensed within your fragrant bower,
a scene of isolated beauty that portrays the essence of all splendour and redeeming 
power.

You are repose and renewal to my longing soul
which in hunger for...

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I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn 
To the gentle touch of my fingers

There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft...

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Sunset rolling on through the sky,
Haze, what a truly magnificent sight.
To look ahead on the dusty track,
I see the outline of the home that is mine.
Never a thought to look behind me.
One foot in front...

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The heavy odor of lavender polish softly opened the door
Peeling paint  family holiday  house timber-slated chairs
Orange-flower water the  tick-tock of the grandfather clock
Pruning orange fruit  trees  which  grew behind...

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Once Sariputra was attending a sort of book event: a dozen of young writers, men and women, met up on Wednesday of every week and read each other texts upon an actual literature. Sitting across...

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As if there is no one like I to match
Why is that?
I ask all the time where is that other hat?
The head to my ball and catch to my cap

A mind to protect head rounded...

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She is,
yes, she is beautiful.

Could I paint the picture then you’d see this is true,

Her face is like grace when she’s dancing with youth,
and a smile so stunning as to silence a room.

Skin alike cream,...

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The lion creeps in slowly, stealthily, hyper vigilant, alert.
Her focus on her cubs, wanting them to eat blood red meat tonight.

A young shaky gazelle, stares into the tall grass.
Fear pounds in his heart, he's ready...

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Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out...

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As I climb the steps of no tomorrow.
I'll keep my love close until my last breath.
Give me a final kiss without sorrow,
For these gallows will give me my death.

No justice is found for my innocence.
Show...

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After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?

All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret

In warmth and bonds...

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And I can smell the windswept pine
Warmly holding hands, yours in mine
We move against the coming night
Our aching bodies drawing the line

Through the snow we lightly play
Laughing madly, in love we stay
Back to our cabin...

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No mercy for achieving goals
 No mercy for health and fitness
 Keeping you on track
 No mercy that's a trainers life 
 No mercy 
 With a bit pressure
 Trainers know what's best
 No mercy...

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the body,

of his work.

by his hand,
the fingernail moon lamp set on dim
sits in front an ultramarine drape
child orange at its base

by his hand,
the onyx climb, a mountainous terrain
muscular and oiled this inklike back foil
with its...

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The Indian glover
became my Indian lover
He held my hand down Indian paths,
and loved me in his way.

His way was like myriads of birds;
colourful and joyful.
He gave me beautiful gloves
that he had made.

These stretched up my...

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The purpose of a flower
Is to look beautiful
And smell sweet
Inset with a tiny card
Of compliments
And poetic words

It adorns a costly vase
Arrays a field
Beneath the feet
To powder bees with pollen
To give drink 
Of its nectar to...

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The fort is surrounded with vendors of all the local eateries.Clowns and acrobats bend and cackle
between the fire eaters' breath.Stallions of italy rise to hind as Russian bear dances
to instruments of the unfamiliar, Broken archers...

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