Dream Sequence
Every voyage
I have attempted
Is interior
What I saw I didn't see clearly
But a dream of self discovery
In featureless green slimed statues
I saw my own failures
The impossible dream of sagacity
That in the end
All knowledge turns into idiocy.
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Religious Zealot
He rose from the sea
On the third day of his death
A murmuring night
A haar, breathing to the shores
Of the Bay of Bengal
Silent sea mist
A whispering: Bora, Bora my love
Forget me not.
The saint’s longing for purity
Drowned in terror and blood.
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The Faithful Believers
They want a sign
Any sign
That god exist.
The mother of Christ cries.
False magic.
Their faith depends on it.
Thunder today,
Tomorrow rain
Soon it will be spring.
Yet they go on looking
For a symbol
Blinded by the external
Like god should be
An entertainer.
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Origin
The Origin
Poems begin with
a memory,
thus a child
cannot be a poet.
But poems can also
begin with a dream
of a past that has yet
to be a future.
A child can do that
it dreams
and is therefore
a bard
no one listens to
‘cause a child talk
gibberish.
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A Verse Of Sexual Nature
A Verse of Sexual Nature
If Julian Assange
Is found guilty in Sweden
Wikileaks will
Stand erect as before
Ready to penetrate the truth
Diplomacy’s whores
Pretending to be virgins
In a sinful world
Exposed as immoral tarts
Venereal sores on their face.
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Short Poems
Short verses
Quiet despair
I long for the unattainable
A handful of sweets
Ice cold beer
A glass of blissful nectar
Remembered
In the cabinet
A lone bottle of whisky
Sadness left alone
Lack of romance
I’ll embrace the winter sky
And get a cold sore.
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Winter Night
Winter Night
I sit in darkness
The wood in the hearth burns
Flame’s core is blue
And look cold as diamonds
Intense the aroma of rage.
Glowing ember
When night yields to dawn... ash
Quiet as a shadow
Blows like snow in winter breeze
In the forest ravens crow.
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Democracy Today
Democracy today
Is democracy
Right for the Afghans or Iraqis
Unthinkable thought
Countries torn by tribalism
Certainly need a strongman
A one party state
Until institutions are in place
and people value
the principle of statehood
and take pride in their nation.
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A Kinda Love Story
A kinda love story
You rang told me to come pick up
my shaving stuff and tooth brush.
I found them in a plastic bag near
your kitchen door.
I knocked on the window asked,
to get my heart back too, unkind
you chucked out a raw pig’s liver.
My dog was delighted.
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Music
Music
It is Saturday, the lady in the flat next to mine,
Is playing Mozart on her stereo
I have stopped reading, sit back and let
the wonderful music sooth my mind.
I’m also immensely grateful that It is not someone
learning to play the drums that lives next door.
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