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Femme Fatale

You clipped my wings
You cured my flirt
You blinded my sight
From bevy of beauties.

I'm a toy in your palm
Administered unto your wish
And, like powerful Samson
I'm doomed!

Love,
Sweet bait
Covering a naked hook
The cemetary of my life.

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To Sorania,With Love

Am not an aesthetic
poet.
I've no apollos
laurel in ode.
Too fragile is my
tongue to tell your
face;
For your look I dare
to speak.

Play me that
Amphion's harp
That in your mouth
dwells
For your sake I
shall be paris
For the Helen's face
you wear
I shall draw
Menelaus up again 
To Trasimene Field.

I shall seek the
Delphian Oracle
That your heart I
may fathom.
Shall I employ Seba,
the questionnaire
That the discretion
of your choice I
win.

Sorania, my Helen
I am Ovid to his
Flea
And as jealous as
Oenon
Lead me to Venus'
chamber
And your dream I
promise be.

I stand by the
promise of Jephthah
To be your Romeo in
life and in death.

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Of-By-For the People

The Beastie thing on the island            
Where we exist as though we live           
Wears no face.
                                                                          I
've seen it not  yet I know it.                       It 
isn't the decayed head festooned with 
flies.                                                                 
It isn't a Lord of the Flies:                              
It is the crown.Yes, the crown.                   
The crown with the Jacks;                        The 
crown with the Raphs                         That 
wangles our rights and sets us 
apart
.                                                                       
The crown is nobody until  wears the 
head.                                                           
Yes! The head. Many heads.                       
Are they OF the people                              
Who exist with wreath lying on their 
heads?                                                        Are 
they BY the people                             Who 
wish a rebirth in another man's land? Are 
they FOR the people                           Who 
cough for a voice to say...?                              
This death in life!

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The Harrowing Ballot

They built an abattoir for man                      
In the heart of the land                          
Where rythm of catridges played ballad      
To hapless P.O.W. of the ballot.

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Lullaby At Noon

My ears flirt with the echo
Of a passing voice
Days ago, I lusted for more of it
Squinting at every passing voice.
Yesterday unend I stood at my window,
Expectant, Compulsive!

Today,
Like a helmit nostalgic for home
I waited for the passing lark.
Wow! Here you stand
My nightingale!

With your euphonic tune
Like music from heaven
Sing my name, call me Romeo
Paris or Samson,

For, in that tune
Shall I pronounce my vow:
The oath of my life!

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The Sun

Prying voyeur
Shining eye of heaven,
Why but this assunder?
Why call on our amorous souls
From the romance of silent night
By your glint throu' chunks and curtains?

Peeping Tom
Herald of waking dawn
Like a sexton calling sleepers 
For morning prayer;
Why flash throu' the irises
Of our courting eyes?

Oh morning!
I weep to see you come so soon
In the company of this voyeuristic sun.

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When I Lay My First Kiss

I heard the 
rustle of 
the wind
I heard the 
laughter of 
the frond
I felt the 
calm of the 
night
I smelt the 
fragrance 
of the 
flower
They 
worked on 
my heart 
in gentle 
promptings: 
love muses 
of the night

they 
worked on 
her as on 
me
And in the 
harmony 
of things
I saw 
desire rose 
in her eyes
I saw her 
lips 
trembling
And I 
moved on:
I lay my 
first kiss

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A Poet's Wand

He pens the pensive lines
That prick men's heart unease
And cause some strands of hair
To rise in fear of guilt.

He wears no saintly apron
But communes in truth with God
To legislate on our behalf
In glossy words that talk.

He sees beyound our world
He tells our uncertain future
Like Isaiah, the prophet
With unmistaken flair.

One wonders who He is
That heals with ink-therapy
And like Jesus on the sea
Rescuing the drowning Peter
He strikes His thinking pen
And men's eyes are opened.

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My Daffodil

Oh daffodil of my life
Alone in my orchard with delight
Untainted like offspring of heaven
If ever that be. Like shining Helen
Grafted throu' Cupid's bow to Paris' soul
You sleep in my heart never waking to 
cock crow.

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My Plea To Bura

It's cloudy but no rain fell
So is like in a glacier I fell
Sworn out is the pores on my body
Beguiling beholders as rashes on my body.

Should my heart be slate
It will easy be to read my state
And pity I know you will be
For this lovelorn I wear.

Whatever of me it may take
I shall be Jephthar to promise
That you come back to my place
To hear the secrets of my heart
No matter what it takes of me
I shall beSamson to my doom.