Monthly Archives: January 2016

Pillars

Everyone tells of a lovely woman With opinions far and wide, yet beauty Turns in many eyes, but we see within our hearts. Pale is the rage of the East, milky white to match the dark strands of straight and … Continue reading

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Coming to Mind

I was thinking of her coming. A faint light in the darkened night where sounds run faster. I stare transfixed and silent white orb whispers. I am afraid, Though I will it forward. A craft, a wondrous new species of … Continue reading

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On the flow of poetry

“….all my stuff from the past …..looks foul to me. The poems belong nowhere. They are one night stands, filled (the best of them) with their own emotions, but pointing nowhere, as meaningless as sex in a Turkish bath.” _ … Continue reading

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Softly falling

Softly the rain falls, and harder at times It drums against the skin of the place Steady and low, pouring liquid down along the smooth glass before flowing outward. The grey, sandy shore obscured by salty sprays Lies in the … Continue reading

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Fourth Grade Nerves

There was a time – the month of May I think it was. A fine time. A sunny day upon the new clover; the dandelions white and yellow. Children calling red rover, red rover, send Lisbeth right over. That girl. … Continue reading

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Onyinye

Abiama is, Yet He contains is not in fullness. Beautiful she is Before beautiful is known. Regal as the silent tiger. Tall as slender rubber tree. Dark as night earth turned over Moonlight flickers in rippling water. God the Giver. … Continue reading

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The painter

He painted wife as he longed her to be. He, clairvoyant He painted mistress as she longed herself to be. He, a mirror He painted lover as He painted lover as He painted lover as his love demanded. He. Fool.

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