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Best Poems Written by Elle Meadow

Below are the all-time best Elle Meadow poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Prestidigitation

A zephyr blows
a warm kiss
on the back 
of my neck
conjuring desire;
serving Eros—
with sleight of hand:
a gift of flowers—
psyche succumbs.

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African Rain

The earth exudes a scent indescribable
tall grass seared by the unforgiving sun
heat devils dance lazily in the distance
bright sky, harsh sun, and heat
oh the heat of Africa
it beats down like an anvil
every living thing seeks shade
a shadow of shade floats by
a fleeting coolness, a faint smell
familiar, teasing, tantalizing
RAIN
it starts abruptly, slowly
fat lazy drops plop almost lethargically
into the dry dust 
leaving round pock-marks in the ground
a reverent silence falls
as the bush awaits the rain
a staccato of drops
drum down in fevered rhythm
cool familiar sounds
Gaia sighs her feminine release
as the hard rain falls
then stops.

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Person of Interest

I'm not under investigation
so stop 'nvestigatin' me
I'm not an open book
so stop readin' me pages
I'm not an encyclopedia
so stop lookin' me up
I'm not a person of interest
so stop interestin' me
I'm a fascinating person
so stop fascinatin' me 
I don't know whatcha lookin' at
Nothing here to see
I ain't lookin' at nuttin'
there ain't nuttin' to see
so quit lookin' at me
I ain't gonna fall for you
so don'tcha fall for me
You ain't a person of interest
'n I ain't interested in you!

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Shinrin-Yoku

Forest bathing
pour speckled light
over my head
lie back in frothing
fronds of fern
bubbles of golden sun
pop against my skin
honeyed tones glissade
down my back
earth calls, I root
myself in it
toes seeking depth
in hidden pools
mushrooms heaving 
humped heads into air
spores released to float
fairy notes in flight
I follow free, hope
reborn unfettered
bathing forest

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Perspective

If mosquitoes ate fat
instead of blood
there would be rows
of overweight people
laying out at night
like beached whales
coated in oily attractants
hoping they present
a savoury snack
soon salons would offer 
overnight specials
"Lose While You Sleep"
shysters would schill
packets of special eggs
"Bred To Suck Harder"
until the fad fades
with the discovery
of some previously unknown
disease for which mosquitoes
are the unwitting vector
however ...
mosquitoes suck blood
(like salesmen)

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Mortality

Was death always this present
Or was I blind
Immured in the unseeing
Arrogance of youth?
Now I feel the tendrils
Of mortality coil 
Their unwelcome presence 
Around me everyday;
In Memorium reminders 
Of death's hand scattered 
throughout life.
No longer blind I see;
Shudder, turn my back
To embrace immortality.

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Psychomatic

The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick with it.

A bomb goes off in my head,
my stomach can't remember
when it last was fed.
My eyes are weak;
I can't bear the sight
of devastation any longer.

The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick of it.

I am indifferent to the depravity,
blind to the destruction
deaf to the declarations
of war and propaganda
numb to the demands
of the underfed.

The World is sick,
and I,
I am sick with it.

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Cognitive Dissonance

The daily slideshow
'Editor's Pick'
shows drunken revelers
high on an orgy
of celebration
interspersed with 
devastation
in war zones
and a man who killed because -
'Get out of my country'
a hate crime
the slow scroll of images
presented in a microcosm
of the world today
no wonder the refugees
look confused

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The Emperor's Old Clothes

I pretend I do not care
for pretty perfect things
I hide my tears behind my smile
where you will never see
the pain I feel at poverty
that leaves me standing bare
with nothing but my pride
to cover my vulnerability
I pretend I do not care
I do not own a dress
a jewel, a high heel shoe
no makeup on my face
this is what I prefer
yet, yet, there I stand
nose to glass
compelled to stare
at all the beauty within
forever out of reach 
so I pretend I do not care
for what I wear

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Disengaged

The 'appy apps leave me feeling 'appless 
'cos I is only 'appy when app-less
so when I'm app-less I'm 'appy
and un'appy when I is app-ful.