Poetry
Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature — from lyric verse to experimental forms, haiku to epic.
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Page 121
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"...Safe footprints washed away like yesterday..."
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"...Love the chaos and hate the ordinary path..."
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"...but you give me something painfully real!.."
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"...In hubristic ferries of guts and indifference..."
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"...They cannot be seen or heard..."
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"...I know the shock, the pain, the novelty of being wanted no longer..."
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"...Carrying away and devouring all..."
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"...winds blowing snow through the bare oak trees..."
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"...There was no heaven and earth at that time..."
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"...sit under the graying light of the foolish full moon..."
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"...hearts, birds, brains and mountains crumble into a long dust sigh..."
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"...Nurture her for a better berthing..."
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"...It's more than a crap shoot..."
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"...The door was ajar..."
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"...like a twelve foot mako shark..."
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"...there are still many who wonder..."
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"...make angel wings of heartbreak..."
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"...when you and i were together..."
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"...Maybe those words would affect someone who truly gave a damn..."
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"...The Bulawayans were livid about many, many peculiar issues..."
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"...To see what's crumbled, this brave new world, our inheritance..."
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"...Charming me with the flirtation of beauties..."
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"...Seeking meaning in meaninglessness..."
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"...full of ink and blade..."
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"...And it's alright and it's okay..."
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"...there is hope even if you disbelieve it..."
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"There will not always be happiness in life..."
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"Ghats, narrow lanes, sand, temples, river..."
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"...I recognise her from the past, From the foot of creation..."
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"...just enough white to make it interesting..."