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• Red Ink in two parts – or freedom when it comes – or North Korea
  on May 7, 2013 in Poetry Africa cold war freedom North Korea poem poetry politics
  I. A guy was sent from East Germany to work in Siberia. He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends, Lets establish a code. If the letter you get from me is written in blue ink, it is true what I say, if it is written in red ink...
• Somethings can’t be covered
  on May 7, 2013 in Poetry Advertising Photography violence women
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• Some things can’t be covered
  on May 7, 2013 in Poetry Advertising Photography violence women
  Ad Campaign, King Khalid Foundation/Memac Ogilvy from Philanthropy Age Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Advertising, Photography, violence, women...
• Incendiary
  on Mar 19, 2013 in Poetry Freddie Mercury jesus love poems poetry poitics religion
    nice shirt, new Car, silver shoes, A good friend at the right time can be, A Banana, Full of vitamins and, More, Moisture than you would think. The human body requires more water then flesh, A good frien could be the tall, Black man in the cor...
• Stock taking
  on Mar 17, 2013 in Poetry forgiveness perspective poem poetry Revision Self Tortoise
    I have been, anxious, impatient, scared, mistrustful, average, hurt, and badly dressed on occassion. I have been, generous, earnest, And honest. As far as I can see, I have, Become a Savanna Tortoise, Yellow in a brown shell, Heading out for t...
• Red Ink in two parts – or freedom when it comes – or North Korea
  on Mar 16, 2013 in Poetry cold war freedom North Korea poem poetry politics
    I. A guy was sent from East Germany to work in Siberia. He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends, Lets establish a code. If the letter you get from me is written in blue ink, it is true what I say, if it is written in...
• You meet your match in a lover
  on Mar 16, 2013 in Poetry competition death lifetimes love lovers poem poetry
    Flame. It has spread from Uterus to Pelvis, Throat to Knee. You meet your lover in a match. You argue over the movies he likes, Can not stand the way he shuffles, In builders boots, Across the carpet. Cancer has spread, And you can not share t...
• Red Ink in two parts – or freedom when it comes – or North Korea
  on Mar 16, 2013 in Poetry Africa cold war freedom North Korea poem poetry politics
    I. A guy was sent from East Germany to work in Siberia. He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends, Lets establish a code. If the letter you get from me is written in blue ink, it is true what I say, if it is written in...
• A robot for the elderly
  on Mar 15, 2013 in Poetry age alzheimers family Film future love poem poetry Robots
    so much to remember… Francis I think his name was- -is my grandson, But I left my glasses on the library table and, the lady, Jennifer, says I’ve been stealing books. So my son bought me a robot to help out - - daughter says heR...
• Take me to your Leader
  on Mar 15, 2013 in Poetry Corruption leadership ourselves poem poetry Politicians responsibility
    They talk a lot of rubbish. They don’t clear the streets quick enough when it snows, And get out of hand if you are not in it. Short, fat, bald, and smoking a pipe, Under a street lamp, After-hours, They lie. I wear orange trousers and p...
• Could you love Frankenstein?
  on Mar 14, 2013 in Poetry death pets poems poetry politics war
    Back when valuables were, Sealed, In polythene bags and, Kept at the bottom of the freezer, So that after the burglars had upended the, Drawers, -thieves whose parents you know from down the street, boys much nicer when they were, young enough...
• I’d like a BMW or a Yorkshire Terrier
  on Mar 13, 2013 in Poetry Brazil Development Economics poems poetry Poor Rich
    I’d like a BMW, With leather seats, And seat-belts for my Yorkshire Terrier. A Bugatti is impractical. I would like a Mercedes, -a CLS- The CLA is a bit too small. I’d like a Volkswagen, With alloy wheels, Perhaps, Satellite Aided...
• On dodging bullets
  on Mar 12, 2013 in Poetry fate infrastructure luck poem poetry politics responsibility
    You’re in the hands of the driver or the pilot, And when you crash, You hope you selected the right seat, Left of the drunk man who at least, Had the gall to exclaim, “…moving too fast!…” The film matrix changed h...
• So, health
  on Mar 12, 2013 in Poetry cancer Eartha Kitt family health love poem poetry youth
    And so, heatlh. And the discussion with mum’s friend, Who has survived beyond her, And is talkin about the evolution of mattresses, Goose down, Luxurious but bad for your back, Foam, Sometimes current but initially, Uncomfortable, Has si...
• Arab Spring
  on Mar 11, 2013 in Poetry Islam poem poetry politics religion revolution women
    It’s a revolt. A revolution. And in the name of God, they are building Schools, And delivering doctors, Door to door. They are conveying the message that, People care, And no one is forgotten. Assistance is distributed fairly but cameras, In...
• United Nations Environment Program
  on Mar 11, 2013 in Poetry Africans environment father homosexuality love Men poem poetry UNEP
    My father was a man, Fighting for butterflies, In a world telling him, It is not a mans job. I have wondered why the shame, Of a son, Loving another, Would be so painful. So, he loved butterflies. And fresians, And chameleons, And frogs, And b...
• Miss Understanding
  on Feb 25, 2013 in Poetry epochs poem poetry religion understanding
    Jesus was always in a hijab. Love is not a thing that we can take lightly, Just because it’s in all the books. The hijab is not covering the fact that he is either, Male or Female. Love is fresh and free, even as we discover, That perhap...
• Mount Longonot
  on Feb 2, 2013 in Poetry discipline family humour love melancholy poem poetry
    Do you remember the climb? short or not, shall we not? Remember the trip up, Longonot, can we not, did we not? Remember fooling around, In that old farmhouse, will we not, sexy tot, love my hot sexy pot? Let him have the car keys dear, Let him...
• 747
  on Jan 6, 2013 in Poetry Africa flight perspective poem poetry terrorism travel
    He is munching on nuts, vigorously, Utilising the muscles he has. He has wonderful eyes, Hawk eyes, Wide set and is, Now eating a banana with a plastic spoon. We both have motioned for a waiter. He is masticating on a blob of Almond paste that...
• Where do socks go?
  on Dec 12, 2012 in Poetry animation freedom imagination Journal poem poetry where-do-socks
    The broom slices across the floor, Cutting a precise path through the mess, A clean swathe through the dust, Creating a valley through mounds of discarded, Clothing, Still holding plastic memories of the night out, Polymeric smart materials, o...

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