I need no eye, neither telescope
can draw my breath from the puzzled hand
the fix of fixtures beating brow on the safe man's knot;
not for the sellers arm, left right or tooth,
can I walk unaided, limping in a straw-foot,
of Porcupine,
a travelling spine for the grape-seed grind,
hind-leg-happy. lungs in a pigs heart.
meat as bone in a crackling box,
as lost as she, chicken-pox on a greek skin,
tinsel queen; she came with rust on a mustard grin,
sinning saviour to the sibling's young on a carousel of lime.
safe haven not; love favours only cracked leaves as the snow fly's,
feed bamboo shoots a bullet through the heart;
salmon has her son; son both young, stiff as ox,
bucking grass forget-me-nots,
swings sword and swine; pigs eared and drunk
on crispy duck, half-way down her swelling tree!
safe-havens house is closed this night.
be mental only when they tell us so.
i love her bridge;
she hates me when i snow!
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: how long the silent suffer?
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
Well crafted dear poet
Rich imagery in play
thank you very much;
much appreciated.
'not for the sellers arm, left right or tooth,
can I walk unaided, limping in a straw-foot,
of Porcupine, a travelling spine
for the grape-seed grind,
hind-leg-happy. lungs in a pigs heart.
meat as bone in a crackling box,
as lost as she,
chicken-pox on a greek skin,
tinsel queen;
she came with rust on a mustard grin,
sinning saviour to the sibling's young on a carousel of lime.'
(I have 'cherished' sisters as well..
nothing more, need be said!)
🍻 to you,
dear fellow, 'blessed' sufferer
🍻!
lmao
thank you L.B.
most kind, as always;
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