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My false mirror
Behind my blind spots lurking, hidden partsof self, the secrets hidden, and shamefulare those tiny lies discolouring my heart.My blue-sky smile is all in vain, a painfulbursting scab — a scar I have to pick.Your probing dagger-gaze, relentless painof slicing smiles, untruths that turn me sick,But skies still clear, I cannot cry, no rainno tears to disinfect my aching wounds.no mirror true to see…
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Predator affection
(i)Bloom-eyed, softly slithers, snake-tailed,seeking sustenanceof cream anda song-bird’s heart.
(ii)Purring with retracted clawswe offer heraffection, lovewhen all she craves is nosh.
(iii)Sleeping,but for a house-mousestirring, shewill bounce to murder,and proudly its corpse presented.
(iv)Not eventhe bloodstainedpersian rugcan afterwards annihilate affection.
(v)My lap her cushion,in her…
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Antiquities
The other day when watching the Antique Roadshow I started to ponder about the antiquities of tomorrow. Nothing made by human hands, produced in sweatshops, synthesised from chemicals and burning oil, ending up in landfills leaking microplastics into lakes and seas.The best we can do is recycle waste, producing new products that soon will be turned to waste again.What is made, produced, procured…
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Finding our way back
We stare into darkness for light we have losta glimmer of hope, a path to the north,but nothing can mend our flowers in frost.we struggle to cope when just marching forth
to glimmers of hope, a path to the norththat constantly curves and leads us astraywe struggle to cope when just marching forthpast crossroads, delusions, misleading ways
that constantly curves and leads us astrayour guide is…
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Doodles in dust
He talks with the shelves, as iftheir shadows would brighten
to gold; he mumbles in meter,enchantments, entrapping, from
ink, the ghosts from its tomes,scholars deceased, the poets
of unwritten verse, the musesconfusing his hands His rambles
are veiled with substances lostto gluttonous dreams of springtime
delusions born to the hoarfrostof April. He whispers the songs,
the lullabled ache of…
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My Cause
This,isn’t prosebut a dutyless Monday,and sunlight transformedinto clouds.
Thisis the clawsof upcoming Fridaysunknown and unowned,a clause to be closed.
Thisis the tensionbetween act and neglect.delinquent, not lost.
Thisis my reason and cause.
Monday sunlight
Today is a Quadrille again with De hosting at dVerse. The Quadrille is a 44 word poem with one selected word that has to be…
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Climbing the alphabet ladder
Climbing the alphabet ladder, with
an aimless appetite and an actionbesieging, bringing down bulwark to burn andconquer to cozen the crowds todefraud, delighting dozens of dozens,extinguishing every piece of empathy left.
Finally finding my friction, mygoal of a gravity gone, lefthelpless, having no habits, no homeintentless and icy, I idlea jackal, a jailbird of joy, andkeenly kissing the keys…
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Hidden in my box
I made my box from stone,ice-polished granite, bornby the sea with salt in its veins.Airtight its lid, keepingthe vacuum, my void, obscure.
I filled it with dreams, ambitionsof verses, ideals to enshrine, butlater forgotten when broken.Somewhere inside, frozen my youth, the passions I hadwaiting, still g(r)asping for air.
My Box is kept hidden, closednot forgotten, and one night,unless it is…
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Mud under shoes
Ami-Rose Bell, sleepless, high on whatever, sat at the formica table, doodling in the pallid grease film their bender had left.
Chuck left at dawn, going back to his wife.
It had been doomed, but the positive pregnancy test had given her hope.
That life inside her, now without purpose and meaning; Chuck’s anger had broken the spell and his fists had broken the rest.
It’s over, over, what does…
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Palinode - Escaping gravity
Quadrille: Levity
In joy of levity,I gravitate —forever fallinginto your orbit
strung along —a puppet to your pull:I’m rainbowed numb.
I’m just the moonreflecting shimmeredsheen of laughter(yours).
Tressed with starsyour hair cascades —in tickled treatof yours.
Palinode Quadrille – Escape from gloom
You mucked me with your weightsoiled me earthbound, lost in reekof yesterday, tied to…
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Blast the halls
The library can not provide a useful thoughtWe seek structures, process, target, goal.Maze be damned, your books are naughtbut dreams, let numbers rule & take control.So burn its books, and blast the halls,replacing texts with parking lots and malls.
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A palinode referring back to my previous poem about the magic of the library. Celebrating the Tell a lie day, today April…
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Eye in the sky
Eye to eye, it stares from starry skieswith cornea of broken stars and iris formed from dust it swirls but at its corethe black-hole pupil pulls the stringsof mass between our body, mindand past, while future slowly spinsinto collapse, compression, death.
Photo by John McKaveney: The Orion Nebula
I could not avoid to write a second entry for Lilian’s prompt at dVerse with pictures by her…
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Moon-faced manifest
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —Emily Dickenson (1263)
This, my Moon-faced manifest —of deeds, reflecting facts,a sleight of hand much lessthan Sunwise blinding acts.
We turn to night, what’s half-toldcircumvent what’s brightreceiving truth in fragments – partsas morsels of its light.
Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon.
Today Lilian hosts dVerse Poetics with a number of pictures taken…
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Allegory of Gluttony and Lust
Unfuzz us virtuous, into liberation,from conflicting science factslet us silence agitationswith borders and decisive acts,let’s delineate the contoursbetween the righteous manyand divide from them what’s yourswhat’s ours, cause we crave plentywith nothing left for those unpure.
Allegory of Gluttony and LustHieronymus Bosch
Today it’s Easter Monday, and we have a red day in Sweden. I thought it…
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The gift not taken
Beware, when entering, pebble your path,do not wander or rebel by mind-drifting intovolumes or tomes. Beware, do not listento the soft tongue of the tempter, the keeperof keys, the ancient bewitcher, the shadowrepeater of archaic rhymes. Beware of himand his velvety words, always make surethat you learn how to retreat from the mazeof all what is written. Beware ,before it fillsup your mind.…
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Rite of Spring
From far away I hear that cherry-blooms are on their way. The way their sheer pinkness blends with a perfect blue sky reminds me of everything is beautiful and for just a short while I can forget the way bullets pierce human flesh. Here in Stockholm we still have another month until their fireworks of pink overwhelms us, until after its brief explosion the dead petals flushes into the gutter,…
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Enlightenment of Internet
You – sirens of the tabloid press performheroic feats, draw likes on Instagram,show news on Starbucks cups, informus well on silicon and weight-loss shams.while kittens of the superstars transformsto memes and those perfect cyber storms.We use inventions for the brightest mindswhen the Internet enlightens humankind.
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Today Grace hosts dVerse with the Ottawa Rima, I…
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