Down goes the hammer

Down goes the hammer

14 February 2016

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Contrive me

With thoughts of Eden

We frolick

In gardens

Of our own twined creation

Mind’s alienation

 

Conjure me

Through work of magic

Playful lines

Candlelight

Fill me up with soul’s delight

Build our bodies shrines

 

Contour me

Read my forms like braille

Let hair down

Thoughts derail

I will be your favoured clown

Play pantomime’s spree

 

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Demure me

I bow down quite low

Demeanour

Meek habit

In me Alice speaks so slow

Of fading rabbit

 

Endure me

I have words and puns

From pamphlets

Locked in pink

How they sink, oh how they sink

In forgotten ink

 

Inure me

Build my heart’s chambers

With spring’s walls

Flower dance

Emotion of wild that calls

For fairies to prance

 

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Secure me

A shoulder’s warm strength

Show me length

Of stories

Woven in the sun-kissed threads

Of lost golden fleece

 

Tenure me

Nothing has a price

Tag I’m it

Say it thrice

Ownership old all for rent

Down goes the hammer

 

Whole nine yards

Excruciating

Siren’s wake

The legs fake

The needles speak agony

Walking on thin ice

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Life for Rent – Dido

Sand in my shoes – Dido

One man’s dream – Yanni

Are we done hiding?

Are we done hiding ?

28 August 2015

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Across time’s slumber

Within weave of web so deep

Our souls will step in

 

I know you read me

My voice a confused whisper

That your soul would hear

 

Your heart reaches out

Entangled in desire

Body through soul speaks

 

I feel your hunger

Ravishing every photon

That in me vibrates

 

Soul’s vision derails

Optical nerves’ wrong eyesight

Of pining unreal

 

Mind wanders to thoughts

Of your possibilities

Tangled past present

 

Close or far you weigh

This urge to delay outcomes

Of intricate tasks

 

Hush, let it shape slow

This second sight of union

Between our two forms

 

I see you, it fades

Intermittent visions shine

Are we done hiding?

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