Refugee

Smelly in the corner,
On a black,

Leather sofa,

We speak he and I with oiled bodies, we
Recline at will,

With silver-lined laptops,
With morning beer in,

Plastic cups, ice-cream
Tins, we

Touch minds gently across thrusting porn-stars,
He and I, and we

We will make it happen,
Perhaps,

Emigrate,

Fiddle with love beyond borders, have
Sex in public,

Don’t laugh,

Book an hotel room in an Islamic country,
Without scrutiny,

Hold hands in an African one, do
Battle in Mississippi.

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Wrestler

I hear God in cushion prints,
Leopard pants,

Ancestors,
We Forget;

What if it took place at midnight, would you

Stack hay and win,
Chicago with the broad shoulders,

Hunt mosquitos,
Midnight lover, the

Ebullient wrestler in a,
Pink Venetian mask,

Would you,
Be a brute,

Pretending the contender was not God,
Brisk breeze,

Be the one who,
Proof read the script,

Then promptly forgot,

Alzheimer,
And Jung?

Anger never works.

Photo – Jacob and Esau

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China is not a free market economy; Or on Welding

I would have to have 800 haircuts,

To,
Buy the ‘Professionals hair-cutters’ electric clippers deal I saw in the shop window whilst having a pee, and

Trying to hit the resting mosquito on the wall,

With my urine,
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When,

I noticed the incessant sound of a welding machine,
Workshop beside the loo against the restaurant and,

Just thought:
God is the World welder,

And In God We Trust.
Change the rubicon.

Photo – Jua Kali https://migrationology.com/jua-kali-kenyan-informal-labor-sector/

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Oil to make his face shine

“…wine that gladdens the heart of man,
oil to make his face shine,
and bread that sustains his heart…”

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♦Photo♦Kevin Truong @ The Gay Men Project

♦Psalm 15♦

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The Barber Shop

Kiswahili in Brooklyn,
Government utilities,

Mercedes outside, and
I’m falling in love with my country.

Seven days he works.
Day’s off, he says

Entrepreneur, he plays
Doing what he can to cut hair well and,

Provide a space
For the rich and poor,

The men and women,

To do their hair and discuss freely,

Their politics.
The Mercedes-Benz outside, is his.

Photo – Personal

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Death in a foreign land

Betty

Charge woman,

Through life, take it all away
Charge, man,

Pretty poet, write it down,
When was the last time you looked at a lover,
In the sand,

Swam with sting rays,
Over African boys asleep with pink men,

Charge woman,
Stagger drunk,

Through the cobbled streets,
Outside home,

Under the lights by the stoop,

Bring it home, that suitcase in the corner full of,
Yellowed memories,

And typewriters.

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Leaving Afghanistan

I am the gate keeper.

Two flags gone
Marking bodies where they fell,

Manure,
Useful,

Two flags fleeing loose rounds,
Auras,

Fleeting,

Bring your palm, I can read it now,
Unhinged as I am,

The last are,
Making their way home.

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Loosing our minds

 

Righteousness, Relationship, Time, Alzheimers

I am right.

You may say that I am not, but
I have,

Demanded love and,

You,
Are wrong.

Black and blue and red hummingbird, I
Know what I am saying, you

Left the kids again,
And we argue,

Tall as bamboo we,
Kill each other,

Taking long hours to,
Identify precisely who left the faucet running,

Forgetting the long, yellow grass of home –
I am right,

You never listen, and that’s the problem
Left,

It says so on the map.

Fold your wings.
Concede.

Allow the dull,
Green mother,

Her time at the till.

 

Picture       ♦Space Shuttle Challenger Crew♦

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We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and “slipped the surly bonds of earth” to “touch the face of God.” – Space shuttle challenger-

 

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Said the Joker to the Thief

Don’t make fun of the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is self – discipline, a

Nip here, a
Snip there, and

With fullness of time, and
Passage through life,

Done with the flash of a scissor;

Bone handles,
Glinting.

Scissor flash snip, all gone
Extra weight, things un-needed, flash

Unheeded,
If you stop to think about it,

You will frighten yourself cold,
Frosty, frigid, cold lock-down, too afraid

To make a wrong move, stop –

Don’t laugh at the flower arranger, Ikebana
Is worth learning;

Moving through life with less.

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Happiness

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Microsoft, Houston,
Com Check,

Com Check!

Challenger and Columbia, are
One and the same thing,

People died on the way up and on the down opening Space,

So do not blame America.
Be better.

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Street-walker

God and Folly

It is raining outside.

I am reminded that,
Rain has rhythm.

Rhythm has heart-beat,
A beat, a

Rat-a-tat-tat,

Every city has its gangsters, its’
Street corners, its

Unbelievers, every

Heart has its beat, and
Every beating heart, its’

God,

Where folly is a pink bear,
An African American,

A bionic car round the bend,
Sunlight at last,

Caught,
In the hair,
Of the joggers,

In the difference it makes to,

Walk with a friend,
For a mile or a minute,

Healing,
Not everywhere is fear.

♦photo♦ Laurieanichols Scenes from New York in January

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Hostage

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Promises are made to be broken,
Thwarted,

Made again,
Whilst Jasmine pours,

Perfume;

Where God,
Is an impression, a

Figment,
Asking why, if

Birds and fish and,
Creatures of all kinds,

Flourish,

We terrorize each other,
Impossible,

Even at crimson sunsets, to
Be the first to apologise, and

Stop polluting the Earth?

Picture – ♦Reuters/Daily Mail

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If only

If only I had the time, the
Patience,

Less ambition, if
Only I knew right from wrong, I

Would change the world, paint it

Pink, I would
Love freely, if

Only I could.

♦Photo – Personal♦

Jeremiah 29:13

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Pansies, Holly’s and Twinkly Lights

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The brown bee,
Big as a bear,

That visits my Polyandra,

Flies meticulous patterns around morning blooms
Dispersing pollen,

As easily as the hummingbird next to it,
Serenades hibiscus.

We spend time collecting memories and ornaments like,
Christmas bulbs have no lifetime,

We miss Pansy’s and Holly’s and Twinkly lights,
At Sundown,

When closets shut,
And tears are caressed by lovers or husbands,

Beautiful lives spent,
Draping balconies and seasons;

Bumble bees for a time.

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For a special friend, at this time.

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After

We spend our days,
Getting ready for tomorrow,

Hoping the past will not catch us,
The bad eating, the saccharin juices, when

Now is the only moment, to

Love, to
Speak,

Re-pack your life, forgive –
Go,

On an adventure or,
Simply state your piece,

It will be alright.

We may yet,
Save the climate.

♦photo♦ – High Museum Art of Atlanta

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For my friends battling Cancer.

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Choose

Choose, environment

Bombing everything,
You prevaricate,

Humans in an upside-down chandelier,
Prevaricating,

Pompous,
Unable,

Hot air rising will cool.

Cold air,
Kelvin

Is frozen solid so,

Focus.
Save a butterfly.

Choose.

♦Photo♦ThingLink

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Fine Dining

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Do chickens hold their food with their feet while they are eating?

Some birds do actually,
Ornithologists have declared,

Hold their food with their feet whilst dining,
Fine dining,

Eat with their hands,
Astonishingly.

Using ones fingers at the dinner table is perfectly acceptable.

♦photo♦ Jason Reed for Reuters

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Office Lover

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Dreaming of;

Colorful balloons on an African plain,
Hot air rising, with

Rich people making eye contact,
Heaving brandy glasses at the bar by the salt-lick lake,

Making new friends with,
Levitating boobs or

Buoyant balls,
Out on the reef, whilst;

Putting out lurid spread-sheets,
At the office photocopier,

With Sam,
And his dark blue eyes,

Hoping buoyant balls will crack it too,
That male or female,

Cleavage wins,

That bobbing balls will sway him from the levitating boobs of Caroline in the corner,

Will bring Sam round,
With his dark blue eyes,

To dreaming of African sunsets with me.

 

 

 

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We don’t dance anymore

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We don’t dance anymore,
And it happened so quickly.

We sold our souls on the galactic market,
For peanuts.

The Earth recovered though, its
Nature.

We sold everything to be together,
We did, and

Life happened.

This far down the line, we’re all that’s left and
You still are,

The most beautiful thing about me.

♦Photo:  Mary Pendergreene

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God is a touch-screen too.

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He kills,

While we are touching everything else,
Touch-screens everywhere,

Apparently God kills,

In Catholic Garb,
Violet,

In Coptic yellow, in
Jewish robes,

God kills surreptitiously,

At sunset,
On bridges, through

Garrulous Muslims,

It is a mistake to believe that the only touch-screen around,
Is email.

God is a touch-screen.

We do not remember friends, we
Remember enemies,

We do not remember being appreciated, we
Remember being insulted.

Our thoughts on the environment create the environment and our thought,
Is momentarily polluted.

We want intelligent whales and emotional elephants yet we kill in God’s name, we

Poison one another and blame it on God, where
God is not the problem, we

Instead believe the sycophant –

Touch,
Screen.

 

♦picture♦ Brian Snyder, Reuters

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