Long Singeing Poems

Do the Dead see with their own eyes

    for Thadchayani, my poetry-loving doctor sister :  28/08/1929 – 26/10/2014 
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Ever Have One of Those Days?
(Try reading it to rhythm of  “Some Where Over The Rainbow”)

Some where over the rainbow, Dragon did fly…
It’ll never be the same again, you can imagine why…
Into a new...

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On the brow of manhood I bore you
Dreaming of a successor to my throne
Invested wind and echo full of dew
Native prince, that was ever all I own
Knowledge and experience to make
Wealth out of nothing, like...

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for The Beloved, a night at Nedjima Bar (Ankara, Turkey)

… hypnosis shattered by atomic jiggling, salivation of song on your brow,
channeled chaos of body, spastic sound, tantrum of dark delight, unbuttoned vibrations   ...

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Man or myth, fact or fiction, a primitive walking legend,
A photo vision of realism, or fraud’s conception of the
Ultimate hoax gone wrong, evolution's unseen experimental
Beast, lying in the hallow shadows of discovery.
In the tinder box...

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The Storm 

We stand at the edge of the sea
Where waves rush towards us like snapping dogs
and high above our heads, the seagulls surf the wind for thrills.
Their noisy squawks and calls cannot be ignored,
As...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang,...

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If I reach too high in the 
drifting, dusky sky,
I'd cry a river...raindrops collide 
rapidly from bitter clouds and 
miserable, blue sky 
If I reach too high in the 
drifting, dusky sky,
I'd call and He'll...

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From the first toll, I gave it my infinite measurement
But after time passes, the results prove I was hesitant
The president, of never winning the loser at the most
Before the burn even started, it was obvious...

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Break.
My nail hanging on the splintered door frame,
The rusty friction of my poisoned blood
Seeping through the contaminated cracks
Of the tormented nightmare I am in.

Rip.
My flesh from my hands,
Clawing at the jagged walls,
Cutting into my delicate...

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Calligraphic psyche in a delicately expressed avalanche;
Addressed to whom it may concern in a note, carte blanche.
Four walls house the sweet suicide, boxing floor to ceilings;
Heavy pen seeking solace, in the paper basket of crumpled...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Three

Is it true the sun dared cock its eye over the hillocks
Nor did it with affront sink into raging Atlantic docks
Such the glare of armoured headlights singeing the...

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I’m in the position of a responsible orphan
I’m left with no plan…abandoned
I turn aside from being caught up in denial, though I’m stumbling
upon affliction and bafflement, entangling me in its web
These unkempt, cemented words—they are...

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And the people were fascinated by the
sssa!
Lava touches water,
cools.
Water heats.
Water wraps its hands around the melting
earth, to choke it, smash it, crush it.
Reduce it to its powerless state.
Then
sssa!
Earth and water consume each other.
Water, flown apart,...

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Lmerick crochetés : Once a Teacher who didn't like school

Once a Teacher who didn't like school
Since his kids kept calling him a fool
Wished to do himself in
Lost control of discipline
All day his class looked like...

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How did the sea become a crime?
How did its blue become a bruise on the face of history?
How did the verdure turn into red wrath,
breathing fire into burned hearts,
leaving behind it a black, frosty funeral?

How...

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Beneath the trees, a tale of a Tamil revolutionary,
As in history of tamils, the people viewed him as a legendary luminary.
'Thalaivar' the title he was given,
As his reputation was on a different level, when he...

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He's got a reptilian body and wings,
and breathe so hot he can singe anything,
he's very popular especially in summer,
if people barbecue's wind up a blunder,

He'll help them out if they need some heat,
that way he...

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So these bruises you left still linger here, confused and bitter, hovering fear, trusting sincerity whispered in my ear.

But it’s me that believed truths that were lies, the painted picture of an imaginary life, insinuations...

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You notice the trees seem grown up, so much more than you have; arms are thick, gnarled 
like they have been force-fed steroids, unlike the used pipe cleaners that hang like wet 
towels from your...

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DREAMLESS ALPHABETS


Aphelion my long time residence
Banished into a dreamless existence
Cannibals surround the escape routes
Diligently feeding my doubts
Eagerly anticipating my demise
Ferociously preparing for my conclusion
Gathering hippocampus, for seasoning
Hors d’oeuvres, bloody temporal lobes
Impulsive, angry, throwing away all...

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'Starfish!' said I, 'thing of a moray eel.'
Be it black ocean space;
Or in the breathing coral seas;

Back into my memories squiding;
To warn me about the sea turtle;
The cetacean coral reef crabbing;
Sharks and piranhas kidnapping;

I heard...

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Staring out the windows that are no more
Just another day, Just another war
Chard fields of fire & burning tree's
Just another war for freedom
They say that just to please

It's just another day, its just another war
Know...

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I was first picked up
In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; 
Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts
Bearing names of old soldiers.

“Draper” draped on an immature frame
In a collage of brown and green, 
Overlapping and enveloping
Any semblance...

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It's a wild tourist attraction
    for the stoic opulent mess,
Atrocity in its burning glory,
    joyous and omnipresent,
The fire singeing my wry reaction,
    heroically in distress—
Cowering to...

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