I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
THE BLOODY PERFECT BUFFET..
There should be a perfect buffet
A table for men
A happy gathering for them
The murders.... the killers of souls
There should be a table for us
After the long days battle
When the bombs rattled and pummelled the sands
When the sun settles and the cries echoes....
Lets us call for a celebration
Enjoy, enjoy and let evil reigh
With a table of the kills
With platter of the deads
There on the tables....
A plate of pounds of flesh of the dead paletinians
A cup of blood of the slain childrens
Memories of all the victims of his greed and power
Satan should be at the table, Netanyahu should be on his right
Let him drink and make merry, for the deads gone
Let hell rejoice at his laughters, upon cries of fallen souls
For zionism reigns and Islams demise
Let evil prevail, let Zionism flourish
When they sit at the table, to merry upon the bloods flows.
Dreaming of a perfect world, A peaceful Israel
Where honey and milk flows, besides a perfect buffet.
Acorns fallow
where do squirrels feed
Snowdrops late this year
The seasons awry
and still we feel the cold
as the arcane wind barricades
itself amongst the pummelled fence
Here a strange madness begins to find out
its root of dreams
amongst the dying trees
dependent on your every whim
the yoyo of just a single word
moods that sway in ups and downs
compromising an artificial game
heart off kilter in the balance
pummelled wobbly dazed and woozy
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The pummelled margins pulsed with steady sway
as reeds resisted swell. These shards in gilt
refracted dying light from summer sun.
Beneath their shafts a clotted mass of spawn
like slobber wobbled, thickening the lake.
There shiny flecks of tiny minnows dashed
with throbbing verve around the shallow edge.
Then hatching eggs released a swarm of flies
like pixilated screens that pepper light
as swallow wings in diving mode catch air.
Occasionally, trout would surface to gulp
a random fly escaping harmful beaks.
a heron diving, pierced a fish; but then
above a buzzard gazed before he dived
towards the lake with gilted talons bared.
In routine drill, the heron's neck was snapped
then slowly dragged along the grassy ridge.
Deep in the lake a shadow played with light
reflecting wings that fade into the cloud
that, similarly, words escape from pens
and morph in ink across a whitened page.
The sea,
It raged,
It raged,
It raged,
As it pummelled
The lonely shore,
As if to say;
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
Dare to enter,
And you’ll see dry land -
No more …
Hitchhiking out of Teslin
Gary,
Gary,
Gary
I could have been somebody Gary.
I was going to law school Gary.
Why do you smoke weed Gary?
It makes you stupid Gary,
Do you want to go through life being stupid Gary?
Gary hunched down like he was being physically pummelled, he looked right, left, right again. Trapped.
He was driving, she shotgun, kid in the middle.
I yell from the back seat,
Garry,
Garry,
Garry,
Put your foot into it Gary!
Pummelled intensity, underneath we face her force
Exhaled wide eyed in white, witness rainforest exhibit
Splashed grins enfold a third tongue, waterfall
Her glistening christening combines us in sublime
Drilled by severity, her embrace as strong as yours
Like waterfall's flattened rock, I erode, smoothed
Standing fused firm against her punishing torrent
Insatiable waterfall baptism pelts my opened senses
Cleansed by new beginnings, deafened by dedication
Buckets of vision catch my breath in virgin shroud
Faces almost touching give lee from ferocious gush
Together steadied in her rapidly travelled path
Lacklustre lizards, afterwards secure sun's approval
Ancient rock sears wet backsides without burning
Snoozing pulls us here and there consecutively
Amorous dreams unmeasured as Saturday morning
Drying dares our sizzled legs go again to her vigour
Your rigid gaze raises my temperature, raging
Exposed thoughts post drenching return me
Pause flushes me with water's unwieldy ways
20th August 2020
the aroma of old people pepper air with putrid
perspiration tainting, we sit once again on settees
loosely puckered by pummelled
time like skin hung brittly on bones,
limbs locked on rusted pulleys
prising on old hinges heaving heavy levers.
rites are routinely enacted with drinks
placed on beer mats
old stories retold like fisherman tales
spun from seaward treks Past photographs framed
gallery the white walls of graduations and weddings
Each portrait embossed edged with vellum
a masterpiece of genes some forty five years ago
but present now in the fire sharing their warmth
who else could share the embers beyond years.
You prod the coal fire
like grey ashen coals, relics spring scarlet
as the clock ticks, seeking the best ways
over life's sharpened, rocky paths that would
wound, scarring shins rasping breath as a summit
was viewed clouded
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Emile Pinet
1 June 2019
Hollow as a crooked pipe conducting waste to the corroded sewer
Vacant and obscure like a Freudian void on a cold lavatory seat
Hollow as a piper’s flute waiting for nimble charming fingers
Vacant like a comatose stare reflecting mindless nothingness
Shallow as a muddy puddle pummelled by boots from wet feet
Superficial like a scratch on a bubble conceding trivial defeat
Shallow as a trickling tributary succumbed to inarticulate drought
Superficial like a crowded scream never leaving mute fears
Fallow as unwanted seeds swirling around into darkness
Dormant like a sleepy reminder of night mares fighting for victory
Fallow as untilled soil longing for cultivated surrender
Dormant like a tired tramp homeless and halting suspense
Mellow as marsh mallows molten on deep cutting sticks
Bitter sweet like a camp fire sending smoke into nowhere
Mellow only in that as it rhymes with bellow and gallows
Sweet bitter and numb like waste in a lone piper’s dream
The rain came and pummelled her. She did not stop walking.
A tree limb fell, knocking her down. She got back up.
Lightning came, but she did not fold, she was too determined.
A man stopped and tried to give her a lift. She said "no thank you."
She had already seen what some men do, and she wanted none of it.
He called her names, shook his fist. She was glad she had said no.
A flood came and she walked on higher land. Careful of the violets.
The evening came, and the wolves howled. She howled with them.
She walked until she could walk no more, leaving all her stuff behind.
Only things, not her child. Her child was with her, vigilant, watching.
"He was a bad man," her child said. She barely nodded, knowing.
They curled up together, safe for the first night. Wolves stood guard.
Imagine ships glissading into harbour,
their masts scraping the sky, sails aloft,
billowy, like great bird wings fluttering.
Captains navigate their ships into port,
return voyages that crossed the seven seas,
riding the waves, north and south, east and west
from Jamaica to London to Timbuktu,
ship holds filled with bananas, sugar, rum
and molasses from sunny far-off lands.
Wives awaiting husbands’ safe return home,
pacing the widows walk, reading letters
sent months ago, hint of hardships and
menaces at sea that fuels anxiety:
imaginations run wild, spiralling –
fierce brigands besieging vessels at sea;
sudden squalls threaten ships, tossed to and fro,
waves like a leviathan, thrashes and roils,
wrecks run aground, pummelled by pounding surf.
Flirty feisty fists pummelled pretty parts of her bare skinned body,
Lovers long lost in eyes the size of lies, decisive ties of their unwise love,
Hector hatching heat, his aching heart searching for a hopeless home,
Saw so silently the cynical smile of his partner's palpitant part,
Her smoothed skinned slender body congruently curved into his,
Their bellowing breaths singing soothing songs to earless walls,
Both similarly stuck in a soporific frame of time, slowly sinking down to truth,
Angrily aware of the love they'd never share, the happy lovers brooded,
Shamefully,
The loathing lovers hid under covers, rovers of love that met meticulously,
As fate would have it, Cupid rapidly read through, mixing up numerous names,
Hector fell in love with a woman, he knew he could never have
You ask me to forgive you.
You ask me to excuse the hurt you caused,
the emotional injury you inflicted,
and the scars that won't heal.
You ask me to accept apologies.
You want to hug my bruised memories
and caress my pummelled spirit,
to impart some platitude.
You ask me to find it in my heart
to love you. Did you love me
when you battered me into submission
without remission, did you love me then?
Strange love to hurt so much,
I recoil from your touch as you
try to stroke my injured pride.
I scream inside, but no sound comes out.
I trusted you and you betrayed me.
I loved you once but you waylaid
and raped my certitude, your credibility
discredited by your duplicity.
So, you want me to forgive you?
Do you know what I want in return?
I want to release my incarcerated memory.
I want to trust, to dip my toe in the water
of deliverance and tango to the rhythm of love.
I want to move forward. Propel myself toward
the future. Yes, I forgive you, for
in forgiving you I liberate myself.