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Oh beautiful flowers
in my garden patch
downcast by
a debilating cross of snow,
the laments from your
petals fallen
rings in the ear of
one who still see
an appealing song
in you in an appaling season
and enjoins you:
We plough the grapes that be.
Summer is NEVER far away.
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2005
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Lost in an orchid. You and I.
Drunken songbirds, we’ve sipped the waves
And drank of day, of dank, of dusk
Together. You and I.
Yesterday a mystery slapped me
So hard I became a question mark.
Now
I stare in the face of memory, a prisoner,
Body, soul, and reason in the orchard
At La Pina beneath the sweltering pine.
Platero...
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2009
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Euphonious today is the tone
And though tomorrow is shrouded , unknown,
I trust it holds a blissful opaline pod
And to this repose a prayer to our Lord and God.
II
Some court are songless and dark
Some have lost their Eden park
But I saw a songbird over your window sill
And you sat cushy on Croesus seal
Away, away from fears,away from tears.
III
Your place is among the stars
Where the twelve streams of Elysus
Flow; God has made you
A salt to this nation,
The candelabra of the world!
Choice birthday greetings to you.
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2007
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I have walked long in the garden
And gathered jasmines for Juliet.
So easy. So easy.
I have gathered jasmines for Cressida
But she looked away, burst the door
In my face that my eyes to this day
Keep the sea on her name.
I have gathered jasmines for Matilda
She laughed, wined me on a promise
That at the last syllable of my lyre
Melt into swears of steel.
I have gathered. I have gathered. Wrecks.
Wreck. I am. Alone, an abstracted distance,
Memorial to contusion in winter's blunderbuss.
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Here and there
Everywhere
Like an exhalation
Here and there
Everywhere
Spasmodic Hiroshimas
Here and there
Everywhere
Ash in wings of foam,
Sandal-less dodders
Violently envious of
Fallen leaves
Transience naked
Here and there
Everywhere-
Nowhere
The eel
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2006
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Of all the flowers
i met on the way
only your dainty bossom
showed me the court of day,
And that accounts
for the harp today i blew
and of all smiles there are
only yours i found was true.
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I have a still snivelling mirror
From the silk-cotton tree
But can that take the stabbing cowries
From my heavy,swollen foot?
I am in the dark the naked she-goat
Panting over flying stones.
I must eat washings of my half-thread
Sudden cut by Atropos;
I must return to almost forsaken ploughs
A balding soot by my wake
Amidst flying tongues of dagger and malice;
Poor manacle must watch armour-less
As malignant rats dart in mottled errands,
Breaking the last walls-the fields,and then
I must rove naked in the inky sky
And then sit under the cypress,
Chewing my fingers-ever.
How sudden the icy embrace
O that I had caught with you the ambulance crest.
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Nine rivers you swam
Bang, into the marathon
Now six rivers you row
Into the eternal riddle.
Thunder frog-jumps out of mouths
Rain splutters from pale sockets
...yestersay.
Now I adjust my backpack
In memory's frigate.
I try to smile
For I am not alone-nor ever will be-
You answer me in the tree-tops
And in the cowrie-dance:
I peep into tomorrow today
I crack the kernels
In the barns of years and years and years to come.
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The mourners would mourn
And mourn their death...
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2006
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Day
is night's heirloom
after-day
a ransome of Macoutes
The sculptor
is a grave who
paints Pol Pot
in red costume
Someday
history may well explain
this violent shortage of coffins.
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2009
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