Standing Behind People

You are the,
Reduction,

Sweet wine, the
Product of every,

Human Being,
Before you, and

That is all;

Behind every,
Great human, is

God,

Behind every great,
Man, a woman

A woman, a man
A man, a man and

A woman, a woman, you
Are the original ancestor,

You.

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another chance at happiness

give me
goodseed
and I’ll plant it by the roadside.

give me water and
I will tend it,
goodseed,
grow it

give me
laughter
and I will turn it,
and live it with goodheart,

and love it in
goodlight,

like softlight
on bone.

-♦P

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Human

short poetry, words move, human promises

Promise,

Yellow and gold and,
Crimson;

Never make a promise.
You cannot keep them.

Never say I’ll keep a secret, you
Cannot.

You’re human.

Have loving thoughts for yourself,
And for others,

Practice loving deeds for yourself,
And for others,

Lilac spider,
Purple sunrise,

Effervescent stone,

Love wherever,
Whomever,

You can.

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God

Did you hear me?
Within the bounds of righteousness, you

May do as you please, I miss you.

Finish and come back to me,
I am always here.

Have fun.
Be happy.

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Long journey home

I am not poor.

I am not weighed down.
I am not ugly, fat, inadequate.

Not good enough, not pure enough, not strong enough.

I am rich.
I am free.

I am free.

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Jacob and his Angel

It is patience that destroyed Adam and Eve,
Not the hooded serpent,

With beady eyes,

Not the salacious Jezebel,
Hiding her fanny,

Not the woman,

The patience,
You see,

The knowing without power,
The waiting for death and its meager offerings,

You’ve got to face the day, come what may
Your smiling face will see rain again,

And it won’t be long till you drag your feet,
To slow the circle down.

-sho

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Dreamers

I do not have dreams that I remember but this is the war;

That I was at Queen Mary’s trying to make up,
For slipping,

-skipping school-

And now the scent is after me, evil
Plastic lips and yellow handbags,

After my own whiteness,

Pure white, like
Extra-pure, like

Black is dirty, or something
And I prayed for others today,

Sold good cabbage,

Hoped it would be ok in the end, that
It would all be ok.

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Counting Lovers

Cheese occurs at night,
Counting lovers, Gerald

Jason,
Daniel,

Some guy at the Holiday Inn,

Leonard,
Han,

Rolf,
Keshavjii,

Simon,

Like that, they
Say a healthy lifetime has ten to twenty,

Lovers.

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Bound

And I’ll be dust to dust bound to,

Shifting black wicker furniture just so,
Patrons aren’t disturbed,

By the rain between,
The hair-do and the pedicure, separated

By at least,

Three floors if the lifts are working, me I’m just
Splashing mops against mauve tile, they

Flashing manicured smiles, we
Electing marvelous politicians in fashionable leather,

Leather of the season, bound

To let us down in Range-Rovers, bound
To coffee machines spitting frappuccinos, just

Hoping for a tip to pay my damn school fees.

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I lost my shoes in India


sweets on a plate
empty tuperware

lens cleaner is,
What we took to bed.

Red he says, but he’s deaf,
With earphones on,

Police frames and Louis Vuittion
Handbag,

Cardboard handbags,
And plastic lips,

Peach by the way, like
I said, I

Lost my shoes in India.

♦photo♦Personal

-short evocative poetry-

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The ladder of life


I don’t have friends, I do not think.
Friends get married, and
Drive bigger cars and,

Have more intelligent things to talk about, better
Places to go, are

Becoming lawyers and doctors and ministers,
Big people, and
It sort of interrupts things.

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Dicks in space-suits

Dead beetles die in their skins, and

Seychellois, Mauritanians, Maurtians, Martians,
Fighting with sun-tans all, and

Bad lip jobs,

In Nairobi,
Silent giraffes grope for love,

God,
Tends to antelopes, and

The world ends
In a traffic jam or,

Dicks in space-suits building railways through the heart of a city.

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The Painting with the smudge

I remember her detail,

How she looked, how she talked to her husband,
I just stood on the pavement and cried, I’ll

Never see her again, not here,
That’s it.

Whatever came, came for a moment and then left, we were
Going to live forever.

I don’t get in touch with anyone anymore,
It scares me, the

Vast leap of events between the last meeting twenty years ago, and the ‘hello’ now,
Like a slug or snail whose antenne has grazed something unpalatable;

I’ve withdrawn.

I don’t mean to do it I don’t mean to have this strange mist shroud me, I
Feel tenuous –

Like a smudge in the corner of a pristine painting I could reach out to touch and find,

Nothing there left at all.

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Editing the bible

We’ve all seen them,

Womens circle knitting on,
Saturday,

Mens having breakfast to learn,
How to lead,

On Sunday,

Ever been inside a church,
I mean inside?

You know the ones;
Don’t

Talk on the phone when you’re,
Writing notes,

Don’t come in late when right
Next door,

Over the shoulder of
The fat woman in green,

They are editing the bible at the behest of the priest,

Yellow dragons,
Farmhouse animals –

Beware the document groaning,
With the evidence of having been read.

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On gender based toiletry

Attack your assailant with the baguette,
You are carrying in your hand.

Soft weapon.

Transgender toilet,
Beat the crap out of the hoodlum, male
Or female,

Black or white, think
Not you must explain,

Why, during the attack
Men should not wear,

Flaming pink knickers, demand
The sex of the person approaching,

On the dark night,
In the lovely cottage,

Be determined after you have finished
The mission.

The lady so obviously not,
In the red heels,

And the blue make-up

Knows how to use her baguette, just
Do not touch her strong leather hand-bag.

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Living on a prayer

You punish me for telling you my fantasy,
At night I lock the door so no one else can see,

Watch while the queen,
In one false move,

Turns herself into a pawn,

It’s like-
Drinking gasoline to quench your thirst until there’s nothing there left at all, I

Went to the doctor I,
Went to the mountains,

And then you happen to bring up reincarnation over,
A couple of beers the other night,

Spitting out all the bitterness along with half of my last drink,
This is no ordinary love,

Refrain!
Come Oberon!

Able only to gasp at the splendor of the sun,
Come satellite!

Saturns rings are lit by the Universe’s light!

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Cancer

I’ve lost the use of my heart,
But I’m still alive.

I hear voices,

The hustler and the prostitute,
The gleaming car salesman,

Audible to me all,
The rat at the corner,

Selling drugs,
My husband in the study being busy,

I’m crying everyone’s tears.

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Pain relief

Builders will continue to build, and
White folk dumpster dive,

In the winter anyway,

In red,
And blue overalls, scavenge –

Scavenger,
Some for profit, others fun, and I

Cannot be a predator, I
Cannot carry luggage, I

Am dying, and

Perhaps giving things away, a
book or something will relive the pain, lord

Knows I just need some pain relief and, I
Just cannot afford to hoard right now, nor pilgrimage, how

I wish I had done this earlier like,
Forgiven my lover, myself –

Wait,
I’ll do it in dungarees, I am dying and I

Will give away yellow popsicles instead.

Published in: on December 31, 2016 at 20:01  Leave a Comment  
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Nigger, Whore, Bitch

I have always liked,
Defiant Africans,

Nelson, Patrice, Kenyatta,
Martin Luther King,

Groovy black men,
Niggers with attitude,

But they intimidate me,
Black men.

Freedom fighters,
Bar room brawlers,

And I rise from sleep,
Sheened in sweat,

Running away,
Scribbling my number,
On scraps of paper,

On foreheads and trousers,
On outstretched palms,

And I’m breathing heavily,
Feeling stained,

Because,
That one there,

The white man in Navy uniform,
With hair on his balls,

I know him,

-conquistador-

He smells of garlic and grease,
And my black friends call me,
Nigger, whore, bitch.

Will he take the lion tooth offered,
Can he make the tribal dance?

-I can teach him to love the earth,
Teach him to plant his feet in, deep-

I masturbate from sleep, supported
By thick, colonial, muscle.

I am forging steel,
Industrial iron,

I am engineering a white lover
Beneath the sheets, whilst

Apologising to freedom fighters,
Who call me nigger, whore, bitch.

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Tea-time in the sun with friends

Imagine all those who have to swallow pills;
One a day,

Everyday for every illness,
-and sometimes just

For age, they don’t

Taste good in,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday packets-

Bitter pharmaceuticals to make you better,

Those who do it with smiles,
Yellow,

And creaking bones and gorgeous flannel;

Respect their furrowed brows and dimpled cheeks, their
Trick of light, their

Twilight years,
Respect your elders now.

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