Long Lead up Poems

Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the THIRUK-KURAL

Note: In my previous posts, especially on Canto 38, I...

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Glass Throne – A Poem Collab with Ink Empress

Note:- Before diving into my Multi-media, Music video “Glass Throne”, I encourage you to first read the Lead Up poem below which is a collaboration with the...

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Out of all the words in the world 
I have a pure hatred for one 
Four letters that can change a life
Four letters that can lead up to death 
Four letters which will never sound...

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THIRUKKURAL: Translation of Canto XXXVIII with notes and commentary

Canto XXXVIII of the Thirukkural on the topic of FATE which I give here in translation (by stages) forms, in itself, a separate "book" in its own...

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the other day it occurred to me
while i sat there in the back of a police cruiser
i have just been arrested for being concerned about the environmental health
of over 800 people

I then started to realise
looking...

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 the
parliament of canada    a beautiful high gothic
building     the center piece     the bell tower
victoria tower (1859-1866 to build)   180 feet 
 ...

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My life used to be a journey.  The destination of my journey was heaven and the current 
landscape mattered not.  
Now my life is a ride.  Rides are destination-free.  
Some people...

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Sonnet for an angel 
Her perfect harmony cannot fit within the confines
Of the syllabic iambic pentameter
Breaking through the chambers 
Racing to the top floor
Let me be the first to meet 
her, rays of love and...

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Behind caution tape, I stand in the shade
watching a wrecking ball, tethered to sway
And soon with a gasp from the crowd standing by
A piece of the past is ready to die

I am seeing a lifetime,...

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Oh dear! It’s December - time again to look into my crystal ball.
A ball of thoughts in front of me that I don’t need at all,
for I can see the images portrayed from other years,
where...

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The sunshine days


I need to remind you of happiness, because I am so sad.
I will talk about feeling sunshine and even I will try to laugh.
I will talk about love because it puts a smile...

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With razor sharp deception,
you seduced my trust and intersected my protection.
Ripping open my ribcage,
you mastered the art of unfaithfulness
and slaughtered my love with your unyielding rage.
With your surgeon gloves on;
you took the beat away from...

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Got Love for those hot azz lyrics,
Got Love for those who tryin’ to hear it.
Got Love for my peoples holdin’ me down,
Got Love for the mamis with the booty round.
Got Love for those makin’ moves,
Got...

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Entry to John Lawless 
Dead End Street 
Poetry Contest
7th November 2023


At the bottom of this here 

Dead End Street

Appropriately named

Limbo Purgatory No Mans Land

Resides a cemetery

In whom one side live and exist in perfect harmony...

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Your kissing got me wishing your inter wishing got me missing,
Lead me to feeling money is not a giving life can ,
Change like opera with feeling oh how I see it,

Hands are meant for holding...

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In Jordan’s desert, a building façade 
has been carved into the face of a vertical cliff.
Stairs leading to the structure are lined with lanterns.
Looking up, a view standing right of center, 
stone appears orange near...

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Psychiatrist floating downstream
and a mentally ill unfit King
a land of cruelty
and mystery 
no one knows if it was murder or suicide
but the ruler of the land was taken down by a doctor
not a leader of...

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I love Christmas Day… the giving…the receiving, a small reminder of the make believe
but I also love the days that lead up to Christmas…most notably Christmas Eve.

The gifts sit wrapped under the tree…unopened…their ribbons and...

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I love Christmas Day with the giving of gifts, and the miracle of make-believe
but I also love the days that lead up to it…most notably Christmas Eve.

The gifts sit unopened under the tree, they’re wrapped...

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Life is a Journey

Step by slow step…
The only way to get where I need to be.
Put one foot forward, put another mile behind me.
The path grows steep as I trudge uphill.
Running on empty, I go...

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My mother thinks I'm a doctor
I just don't have the guts
To tell her I spent all my college doe
On beer, wine, women and such

So after I faked my graduation
Said I was moving to the South
To...

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Footsteps.

She sits there all alone at home and turns down her TV.
To listen to his footsteps walking through her memory.

She hears him as he climbs the steps that lead up to his room.
It's fifty some...

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Footsteps.

She sits there all alone at home and turns down her TV.
To listen to his footsteps walking through her memory.

She hears him as he climbs the steps that lead up to his room.
It's fifty some...

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No historic chattels, old photos or memorabilia.
Nothing has historic value for us to remember.
The sheds are old and rusted on our farm just out of town;
our house is not long new since the old one...

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No historic chattels, old photos or memorabilia.
Nothing has historic value for us to remember.
The sheds are old and rusted on our farm just out of town;
our house is not long new since the old one...

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