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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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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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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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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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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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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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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What do you wish for?
Do you wish for that which
you think will make you happy?
Do you reminisce about happier times?
Yesterday is just a memory of what was, 
not what is. If happiness is there then...

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I don't sing of myself--
not anymore,
not since I lost my looks,
2 inches in height, plus
half my strength--and
God knows how many
millions of brain cells!

There's no joyous song in 
aging, there's nothing to look 
forward to, unless...

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For each of us, a common wonder
Where goes our soul when our bodies lie hereunder.
What happens to our eternal soul
Where on earth does it go.

Some say it simply dies with us,
some say it fades away...

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The bus is half-full, empty seats are occupied
by the soon to be born, the soon to be dead,
those in transition.

The medium knows he is a guest in a stranger’s dream.
When he thinks about this, he...

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Skies vibrate with strange  cloud formations,
To the calamitous thunder of the v-twins powered best.
The trees give up their last held golden jewels,
As they awaIt their oncoming, slow winters rest.

The motors wind, and so does the...

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On my journey through life sometimes I have blind spots
I am so focused on my goal that I do not see
what is around me in the world . . . 
    ...

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Milestones in Life 
By Franklin Price
11/13/2015

Milestones in life are passing
Time stops for none at all
From the day that we are born
Not so  long before we crawl

Then unsteady steps we take
Next thing you know we...

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