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To Ken, a good man

Submitted by weirdelf on Fri, 2011-09-02 22:33

A good man,
a kindly man,
a good neighbour.

He's been a drover and a banker,
imagine that!
The stories he can tell,
of aborigines singing the cattle to sleep at night,
of his bush mates
singing and telling their ballads by firelight.

I showed him my poem
"Time goes round in a straight line"

A Soldiers Plight

Submitted by loved on Fri, 2011-09-02 20:43

You are absolutely right,
The soldier’s plight
After they fight,
They are left out
In the twilight

Suddenly,
Even out of politician’s sight
Because might is right,
And
The soldier isn't able
To exercise his voice.

A VISIT TO IN-LAWS

Submitted by t. reflexion on Fri, 2011-09-02 16:57

Our Arts teacher, humble and kind
Married a young beautiful wife
On Sunday, sixteenth September
The year of our Lord, the son

He arranged a visit to the in-laws
To show appreciation and joy
He soaked cassava tubers for six days
And on the seventh, he cleaned them up

The cassava water smelled so bad
The offensive odour was nothing to him
As he cooked and pounded the fufu
Then wrapped it with large plantain leaves

WHERE ELEPHANTS GO TO DIE --re post and rewrite

Submitted by Geremia on Fri, 2011-09-02 14:58

Where Elephants Go to Die

in forests dense and dark
there are places
mysterious
where elephants go
to die alone
for alone is how dying is done.
they never know fear
pass on and mourn their dead
in quiet acquiescence

in a forest deep and dark
of my Mind's invention
something of me is hdden
blind to the fear of ending.
it knows its way to that special place
and waits
in quiet acquiescence

Heartbreak Armagedon

Submitted by Rhiannon1010 on Fri, 2011-09-02 13:59

Look around,
You've come of age.
Emotions spiral inside.

You've felt this before
but you can't,
you won't remember.

The feeling of being lost,
inadquate, inaccessible.
Fear wells up inside.

They walk on by,
They come and go,
and always, so do you.

A crumpled piece of paper,
on the side of the road
covered in muck.

But not this time,
I will not be left behind.
I will be loved.

My Soul Will Fly ( Splash Pool Submission)

Submitted by China Blue on Fri, 2011-09-02 12:34

My soul will ascend
Three tiers
To become one with the world

On winged angels
We will meet
In learning
The truth
Of our ways

The world once known
Will pass on
All that is left
Is the mysticism
Unknown

Together we will
Find
A better
life

bubbles of insistence mocking Paradise

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Fri, 2011-09-02 09:31

from where comes this silence
marching
goose-stepped
without drum or drummer,

what am I to do with it now?

the lovers' bed is a den of thieves burning
with graven images, Gods we
have created,
undoing
this becoming

uncompromised but
loved
like a Jesus who fucks
only the virgin mind

walk
away, just walk away
into our own
world..

You're the reason

Submitted by Geremia on Thu, 2011-09-01 20:34

YOU’RE THE REASON

You’re the reason I’m still single
The reason I’ll never marry
And why I carry
Nitroglycerine in my pocket
I don't miss your hugs and kisses
And don't want you for my Mrs

You seem so sweet and girly
But You're the reason men die early
And want to

So my honey
I don’t need your love or money
Untie the ropes that bind me
And let me out the door

TITHE

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2011-09-01 16:08

burns like a dull razor
the crack in the windscreen
the knock in the valve
right where it matters

caught her eyes
the other day
sunshine in the heat
waiting for the glint
and heaviness of the
distant bus

scorch of history
still alive
still simmering

flickering like a star
in the cold moult of night

pages and pages
of mystery
dog eared and torn
thumbed and folded
like leaves gathered
in the empty verandah

want to hear the rain
wash away some pain

Demeter & Bokonon

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Thu, 2011-09-01 12:24

i.

the heart is a strong muscle
it curves space and aligns the
movement of stars to itself,
beating into its silence

let's dance

2.

i wept with the ocean once,
caught in its undertow,
I was salt, i was swept away,
bridges grew like islands
surrounding an inner sea

eat

3.

there are ears of corn,
listening
human plants turn to the sun,
blaze trails

pray

4.

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