Long Shrivelled Poems

“Nobody`s life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear and we all just do our best.” Yoko Ono
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And yet the Sun did rise again to warm a broken scene
It peered through ruined window frames where coloured glass had been
Inside, beneath a vanquished roof, before an alter, smashed
She waits in grubby gown and...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and thee, thy self-made grave?
Imprisoned in your Dark Lost Woods of...

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Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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Once i was a prince in your eyes my every wish granted
        even before I could wish it
eevaa peerankal muuvaa maruntu
the hot kuul boiling complaining in the chessman...

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The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth
A cool spring, the fuel to my being
The Sun has...

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The inanimate object floated tentatively towards me,
Red in colour and form, it spoke to me in silence,
I knew then it had made me special,
Tugged it did in the clear warm air, the string that held...

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You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
     nerves    conditioned to the tune
            through all the...

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Riding a roller coaster 
Propelled by life’s velocity
Governed by instincts and thought
Driven by an urge to emerge victorious 
Sentience deadened to conscience 
Flitting thus from desire to desire
We built an imaginary script
Of narrow ego identity

Some...

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The heat soaked day drags on: each daisy sweltering
every buttercup melting into the dry ground,
a golden oozing of petals. I watch them through the window knowing
that I could not be ready, this I that’s still...

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yogi under the banyan tree
                yogi under the bodhi tree
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It is just a dog, a common cur
The scabs, the sore upon the eye.
O the rattled temper
And the garbage bins tottering 
Under the mischief of its paws.
It is just a dog, a common cur
And more...

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God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me ! Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani by T. Wignesan

Opening the eyes requires such an immense effort
As if the entire sky were their eyelids
And...

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Second Quiz with even broader hints for blind poets

The Princess Anna stood
   arms half-akimbo
   at the scrawny edge of the receding bank
her Polonaise pollarded down
   to her exposed tarsus...

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I want to know what you ache 
for
And if you dare to dream of 
meeting your heart’s longing
It doesn’t interest me how old 
you are
I want to know if u'll risk 
looking like a fool...

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Part 3:          AT HEAVEN’S GATES

To set Her free from destiny was far from my design,
but, though unplanned, I touched Her hand to give Her peace of...

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A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers. 
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid...

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Maybe it’s when they are born that their heart shows signs of fault.
That instead of pumping red, they pump blue into the body of steel.
Maybe when they take their first breathes, some specs of evil...

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Deep within the realms of my inquisitive mind is burdened a thought. Given birth 
by silent amazement as I pondered upon nature, its beauty eternal.

Ages bloom and fade like flowers, yet remains this burden, this...

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“She’s let me down again Clare Cox” the ‘missus’ fumed about her wayward aid.
Now with the job to do upon her own. For other arrangements have been made.
“You’re helping me today” she pointed “And I...

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Curve me a piece to bite from the oyster parts of the beast
Best suited to slink down my wrinkled dry throat with ease
being the bits most tender to the bite
Say I'm parched, bone dry parched,...

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summer sweet as watermelon

few pleasures abide, 
through all of life.
yet, this one thing
I know above all,
nothing beats
and I mean nothing beats,
eating watermelon 
seated on the front porch rail.

hot July afternoon
‘round about two o’clock
sitting on the...

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Heavy the hoods of the eyes
  that laboured the scan of horizons
Heavy the course of the thoughts
  that sat unstirred on the sill of the stare

Heavy this ancient bottomed nose
  sitting in...

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As along our long life journey we sail
We all do encounter belied expectations 
Feeling of deep hurt results from betrayal 
Our shrivelled heart writhing in contractions 

The hurt needs healing so we go to a...

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