Long Interlace Poems

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is -- is over, in the stormy, swarming...

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a collaborative work with Alfred Vassalo


The Stars sparkled in her eyes
As light interlaced with her shadow
Causing her to question her senses
Even though she closed her eyes
light continued to seep out

Her brilliance, competed with the sun...

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You don’t know how it feels
To be misunderstood and jaded
You won’t ever know till it kills you inside
To you, I speak words of wisdom
And it feels like I’m a million miles away
Just to feel isolated...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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Upon an old, majestic house,
An eagle trapped, her spirit broken.
With wings constrained, and softly spoken
Words, she whispered, like a mouse

“Tell my how the clouds feel 
Are they soft, or cold, or hard?
As they dance in...

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In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph,
Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark,
And women in furies pour vessels into fragments of petrified...

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A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed in hallowed ground.

When vows were spoken, love's embrace,
Within the walls of sacred grace,
Two souls entwined, a blessed bond,
In faith...

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In the depths of the Mediterranean's embrace, 
Where waves and sorrow interlace, 
A tragic tale unfolds each passing day, 
Of lives lost, dreams shattered, swept away.

Ten souls, on average, meet their end, 
In this watery...

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There's mischief in the air, and in the sky
Rises fair, sublime, and rare - Blue Moon.
Son of Venus, hidden, now lets fly
An arrow to a chaste fair maid who soon
Shall spy a youthful eager boy...

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In the realm of thought, where minds unbind,
We seek to shed the shackles, and prejudices confined.
For judgments to be fair, we must have our spirits free,
And gaze upon the colours of each mind, you see.

Not...

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You’re certainly missing out
Whilst you’re fooling about
And you’re swimming in doubt
So I shall certainly you out-rout
I’d advise you to be on the lookout
For I’m your rival, far more worthy a scout
Take heed or you’ll end...

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It has just begun.

The maps have unraveled in topographic templates, unmarked by geographic spaces.

They’ve been replaced by frequencies emerging from what we once knew as separate places.

For a place is but a point in space,...

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Oh! to be among trees, mindful of silent power 
in mountains hallowed trails walked by Muir
snow still filling nature’s deep kept secret bower
breathe a bounty of sweet air clear and pure

the rush of streams in...

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A luxury sedan in a lone location
Moves along in endless time.
To be, to pass, and yet remain
Unmoved, untouched,
Always the same.


Suntapped tapers of autumn branches 
Spread and splinter, stark and bare
Against a sky of steely grey.
Heavy...

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For diverse ranged interests, in prose and paint, speech annoted by body, frisbee 
aflight or as busking bowl.

Writing poetry, sitting or standing, thought on title, concept craving to be told, 
calligraphy ink to unlined leaf.
and...

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In the realm of educational activism, a tale unfolds,
Where a hero, young and bold, his destiny beholds.
Nurtured by government schools, his mother's embrace,
A journey begins, a pledge to defend, in this boundless space.

Amidst the classroom...

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In my dream, I am walking through the frozen snow,
past snow drifts like swans asleep in a wintry meadow;
drifting in the cold is the song of a little sparrow-
then, many are singing like the low...

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In my dream I am walking through the frozen snow,
past snow drifts like swans asleep in a wintry meadow;
and drifting in the cold is the song of a little sparrow . . . 

Then, many...

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[Additional piece to a joint writing entitled LAND OF POETS A REALITY by Donald Kuutsi, Blessing Masora, Sithole Albert and Pardon Simango]

Like the deep I dwell in such places faraway far,
Too soon amid the nears...

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Simply like tea, expression so sweet.
Love thee truly. Always be mine.
Seeing through me, those cerulean eyes.
Man of aristocracy. Love with dash of sass.
See-through wine glass, luscious lips in sight.
Temptations pass, turn off the light.
Seeing into...

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The Desolated Greatness

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In my dream-  I am walking through the frozen snow,
past snow drifts like swans asleep in wintry meadows;
drifting in the cold is the song of a little sparrow,
then many are singing like the low...

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The sea holds the moon, a celestial affair,
A rendezvous of light, a poetic declare.
Unbound, unrestricted, they dance with grace,
A symphony of elements, an eternal embrace.

The moon, a luminary in the vast midnight sky,
Drifting amidst the...

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The sun shines down on brown embrace,
My skin of white to interlace.
From east does come, a dawn, a gift
Of life and love, so not to miss.

Touching face it gently turns
Toward that place for which I...

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In the prison of sadness, I find myself confined,
Yearning for solace, your presence intertwined.
Oh, my dearest sweetheart, how can I draw near?
Let me craft a poem, so our hearts can adhere.

Through the tapestry of words,...

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