Long Not the destination Poems

Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay, near Sea Point, where he attended his first schools: Ellerton...

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In the twilight of my thoughts, where shadows whisper secrets to the wind,
I find myself drifting in the vast ocean of time, where each wave is a memory,
And each ripple carries the echoes of forgotten...

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Asian Epicurean Quest

At the heart of China Town, Kuala Lumpur (capital of Malaysia) is Petaling Street.
  
Domain of hustlers, hucksters, cheap-jacks and diblers; purveyors of street food, rude t-shirts, and rubber sandles to put...

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In the quiet depths where shadows swell,  
I dive into the ocean of grief,  
Where the waves whisper secrets,  
And the tides pull at my heart,  
A current of sorrow, heavy...

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I wonder if some part of me was running,
while I gathered up my thrills in wanderlust;
scattering them like dust to the fire, that feeds a lazy afterglow.
The Adventure of Wonder. The one I embellish just...

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For millennia, our race has lived a vast success.
Hatred, envy, spite, and strife are on the rise.
Despair, aggressiveness, self-centeredness.
Depravity, intrigue, lewdness, vanity, despise.

Hubris, a lack of self-awareness, and trickery.
Aristotle's five components have been corrupted.
Air, water,...

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It is hunting season in the mist of beauty and delight
In the thick of the trees, sounds of shooting, deer run in fright
Some grow weak  are taken by man
Others  search for safety somewhere...

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Once I felt the patent feeling acutely too,
A spark within, a flame anew,
Wouldn't deter the impetus will that took me in,
A journey's start, with heart and kin.

Once I was in love in those times of...

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Sometimes I wonder, what is it like to be an adult?
To live alone, to work, to reach 18?
To get your driver's license, to cook in your own apartment.
To earn money or to spend from your...

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In the quiet twilight of my mind, where shadows dance with whispers,
I am but a river, flowing through the landscapes of existence,
Touching the edges of dreams and the core of forgotten memories,
Moving gently, like a...

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On my death


I remained silent on my death
All were disturbing not giving me slept
Their cries and wails disturbed my peace
I was floating in great sky deep

They were in blunder showing weep and teeth
As if innocent...

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Walking through gardens
Feeling your presence beside me
Strangers passing by, lost in the darkness
I see the reflection of the city lights in your eyes like stars so near
The icy july wind carries your perfume to me
Your...

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Slim gifted and black
Born and bred in Volta
Crawled from beneath no slack
One dream to be a better
Of who I was yesterday an update
Gone through the white the black
Still standing firm an upgrade
Against all odds maneuvering
All...

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Once I paused, with my dusty feet
Braving the heat, to cast a mournful look
At the fancy graves along cemetery street;
The erect old brown stones too are hard to overlook;
They must be fine places of rest,...

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In the depths of silence, when quiet becomes a deep and unwavering tomb,
where the echo of old certainties dissolves under the shadow of a bygone memory,
there, among the fragments of stillness, the subtle whispers of...

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Cupid, isn't this your day off; vacation time
February is still a couple months away
though I appreciate the service, the help
why have you shot another arrow in me
This was not my destination, not supposed to be...

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he asked her what he could do for her today
sought more than merely the dishes need doing
sort of reply rather something more deeply intense

by the way he had put the dishwasher on already

her answer did...

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I’m restless and hurried and hate to waste time
except at a movie or dealing with rhyme!
And nothing I’m thinking of wastes my time more
than driving in traffic; it’s one big fat bore.

So I have developed...

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An old truck body sits rusted in the field
Is this a fitting end for which its made?
The hours of sweat that men did yield
For occasional rabbit to seek its shade.

A rope is finally frayed to...

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Like myself, you have seen, felt, and heard many things, and it was indeed a God moment.  Moreover, when you experienced them, they were eye-openers, inspirations, and sometimes game-changers.

At church last night at the...

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If you remember anything melancholic
If you feel broken from inside
Don't worry, there is nothing to hide
If you are feeling down
Relax, take your time
For a while escape this town,
With a mixture of joy and sorrow
Our whole...

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May 25th, 2015
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Decompression like amphetamine retrievals,
 you dive into a sacred pool littered with ritual remain.
This is no cancellation of your vows,
 this is no redemption for your sins.
Nor is this a place you go to without...

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The groans of ancient years still echo in my bones. It is a pain 
That lodges in the weariness of Africa. Curled in her, the strain 
Of old world history. Out of her given darkness...

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In a sea of time, seeking happiness like a mirage dancing on the horizon,
people confess their desire like a secret, like a confession in the night,
and in their words hides a trembling of the soul,...

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