When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
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From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.
About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-
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I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.
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{ emo music inspired poem }
ELEPHANT WOMAN
She is Elephant Woman
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on a signal
hill or in newlands bourgeois class
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she must be whom everyone wanted
they cry in front of her
, begging
their knees bleeding
through pleading
from something they knew
they cannot get
grey clouds fits the tears they all left
in the middle of the dance floor
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My little Barbie doll
I am not a Barbie doll
People
God made me
With a nature skin
Some people say that
I just need to wear
Some make up
To look beautiful
I don't wear make up
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i long to be seen, as soft as the sea,
with waves of grace, unspoken, yet free.
a shimmer of moonlight on neptune’s face,
a fluid dance in the dark’s embrace.
i reach for the stars, to be seen and adored,
in silken whispers, my essence restored.
a goddess rising from the ocean’s deep,
where secrets are hidden, and promises sleep.
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Woman
You are God's gift to the world
Woman
You are
The flowers that grow wild
Around the river
Woman
The water of the river
Is flowing slowly
Woman
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