GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
......
I would like to look at the sky, but the stars
open my blood and disturb
the verses on the mouths of the dead:
tonight my mother will not participate
to the breaking of the bread, she will not allow
neither laughs nor prayers, she will turn
all the names down and override them;
tonight my father will not remember
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RED SEA
At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
white flags drenched with rain diluted red corpuscles
sharp splinter rain kissing my life force
gasping
A silenced Aleph commanded not
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All “By Accident”...
Black on gray — they smear the world, no doubt,
A madhouse scene in shades of drought.
Lies march loud, a stench in air,
Breeding fear and deep despair.
This mad “art” — where monsters feed,
Fools and crazies grow like weeds.
Selection’s task — foul undead,
......
haiku : hiku 2 : leaves
dew on washing line
leaves red open thirsty throats ~
veins release green blood
d
e
w
......
haiku 12 : crescendo
beloved adorn
skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure
horn hails emptiness
hiku
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b e LOVE d
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haiku : hiku 2 : leaves
dew on washing line
leaves red open thirsty throats ~
veins release green blood
d
e
w
......
ALUTA CONTINUA : FORCED REMOVALS
( Poet’s Note : This poem first appeared in : A Collection of Memoirs on District Six titled District Six Memories, Thoughts and Images/ Attic Press, 2021, as part of a collection of nine poems on Forced Removals )
We willed concentrated power
circled in cobalt blue
fields of strawberries
and dagger beckoned
irrespective of consciousness
a sorry state of affairs when battles
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GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
......
All “By Accident”...
Black on gray — they smear the world, no doubt,
A madhouse scene in shades of drought.
Lies march loud, a stench in air,
Breeding fear and deep despair.
This mad “art” — where monsters feed,
Fools and crazies grow like weeds.
Selection’s task — foul undead,
......