Woman on the Top

Woman on the Top

27 August 2016

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Salvation

Your empty wordings

Flowing free

Withered tree

Unwatered by your limp hand

A mouth to demand

 

Damnation

Your hatred coursing

Black rivers

Bring shivers

Brethren replicate the quakes

Judges make mistakes

 

Innocence

A burning willow

Nooses flow

Like the waves

Your mountains’ glory but caves

Sheltering the knaves

 

Complacence

Congratulate self

Twisted doll

Tightly knit

Into clothes that barely fit

Reintegrates shelf

 

Conduction

My nerves leading way

From decay

To dismay

Prosecuting intention

Witnesses galore

 

Eruption

My fiery breath

Heated frame

Sorry lame

I will not stretch below tame

Woman on the Top

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Eternal Return – Irfan

Monsalvato – Irfan

Peregrinatio – Irfan

 

A book for shelf a loss of Art

A book for shelf a loss of Art

7 August 2016

 

Time to depart silent chest heaves

Tears of morrows when bluebirds call

Afresh the start as wind blows leaves

Raked in sorrows hearts don’t recall

 

Wish me pennies from heaven’s purse

The lips have shut secrets buried

Call me Denise then swear and curse

Uncensored cut movies hurried

 

We will play game of peak and boo

Like meek blue elf I fit the part

A mind to shame in who is who

 

A book for shelf a loss of Art

Excuses lame to see me through

I will myself naïve and tart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Hush Little Baby – The Horse Flies