Long Rattan Poems

Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite...

induces idyllic reverie
delight evoking similar surge,
when skirting, and eluding 
fidelity defining the marital law
on par with courting in flagrante delicto.

After reading about 
Greek goddess of love
fancy notion woke whereof
warmth suffused me
snug as...

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Through the long gone years, I have much grown…
From a young schoolboy to a present day aging crone…

But in my mind, I am as I have always been…
All through the years and after all that...

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Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee 
   to abduct me with no cause to up braid
natural temptation found temptation commanding 
   from divine dada disobeyed
Earthbound Olympian of love,
 
 ...

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Garden Party

Summer breezes gently 
Brushes against my face
Sunlight teases my eyes
Wakens me 
Its morning 
Bouquet of fragrances to my nose
Guides me to my garden
Its there I find my peace
Eagerly stepping onto glistening dewy grass 
Placing...

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Bangs… shots of memories past
Take me back to where I was…

The barbed wire walls,
The plank beds
The grenades fall.

My eyes were wide open
Like a lost deer separated from the herd. 
The smoke clouding my eyes,
Even the...

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Horrified Woodland

In the forest of bamboo poles walked it was hot and 
I felt like a lost ant not remembering where its hill was.
I tried to pull up a bamboo pole I remembered that
as a...

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Like nomad soul, he flew away 
Looking for a fine place to stay 
A deck of cards, full of aces 
He searched gold in far flung places

His great nickname means "rattan bag"
He's a packer, moved...

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PUDLOS*

You are a rattan stick.
You show an image of 
discipline
with my father's strong 
hand
gripping tightly on one 
of your ends.

Father shouts in anger as 
you hit me.
(I have made a mistake!)
I cry helplessly and with...

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a tall glass
of chilled lemonade
in his hand,

      he sits
      in a rattan lounging chair
      at the veranda

   ...

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They are not from Chiang Mai,
they are a tribal people
who speak a hill language.
They ride through the night
on bicycles to settle at dawn
beside the Ping River.

Girls' unroll rattan mats
squat beside straw hats brimful
with the tang...

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The quick thumps made 
          me realize he is breaking 
down, little by 
          little –

As opposed...

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