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African Diva | Don Beukes - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

African Diva | Don Beukes

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I am the legend of millennia,
My story still epically riddled with fear,
At the dawn of time
my worth rather sublime,
My gift to man painfully a divine crime,
Instinct and intuition
my lifetime ambition,
Abused and violently misused,
Glorified in fiction,
Laws of man and land could not break me,
Even through their scarlet imprints,
They did not see
my earthly connection,
Created by atomic friction,
My universal appeal
causing global contradiction,
I am still a pulsating life-giving force,
Witness to senseless and devouring
devastating wars.
My legacy will be historically
murmured forever,
I am and always will be,
African Diva.

More at https://about.me/donbeukes.

Amour | Ajise Vincent - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Amour | Ajise Vincent

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Tonight, I’ll pour out my inky passion
on these thirsty pages of love
so they can convey my emotion
to the core of your thought.
Tonight, let me go back to time immemorial
and chew on the reminiscent of your smile
that inspired my heart crust
and made me a persona of sweet tingles.
Tonight, let me stare into oblivion
wishing I could capture the sky
and pluck a emollient star
to be presented to you anytime you made a wish.
Love, I am baptised by your care.
soaked by your understanding.
for you gave me your heartbeat
when I cracked mine on the rock of selfishness.
Lo! Like the law of demand,
as the price of time fades
my quantity for you basks higher.
Let us forever be in affection.
soar the mercies of peace with caution.
Till death do us path. No division.

Tomorrow | Edna Faulkner - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Tomorrow | Edna Faulkner

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Memories are the mainstay of old age
When your friend through life has passed away
Nothing can replace the touch, the smile, the
understanding that helps you through the day
How I miss the unspoken feelings of love and care
that say I’m here and you are not alone
I’m like an alien in a familiar world
looking on but feeling I’m not there
Time passes by – slowly by day but quickly by year
not doing anything to ease the loneliness and pain
I fill my days as best I can and smile and laugh
so no-one knows sometimes I feel insane!
They say it is best to have loved and lost, how do they know
It is thirteen years of heartache and sorrow
when oh when will it be less – they always say tomorrow
TOMORROW NEVER COMES!!!

Her Own Worst Enemy | Daniel Klawitter - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Her Own Worst Enemy | Daniel Klawitter

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Ah, now I see
how the best & the worst
fills the same mortal cup.
No use crying over
spilled blessings
or the curse of vicious circles.
The geometry of my
many-chambered heart
contains the strangest angles.
My best intentions
are a tangle of angels—
fallen and exalted.
Halt! Who goes there?
Oh, it’s just me.
My doppelganger of stealth-
climbing the stairs:
I have stranger danger
towards myself.

The Once Great Mammoth | JD DeHart - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The Once Great Mammoth | JD DeHart

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He used to be
mighty and feared, keeping
all in order. Now he sits
on a flower-covered sofa
in a distant aunt’s basement.
There is nothing on television,
yet he finds himself looking.
He has not shaved in weeks.

TwitchFit | JD DeHart - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

TwitchFit | JD DeHart

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My eye will
not stop jumping.
the beautiful structure
I thought was sound
is hollow all the way
through. worse yet,
there is no candy hid
inside. the house we
built from dreams
and saccharine love
is rotting all through.
so my eye will not
stop jumping and my
teeth will not stop
moving together like
nervous tap shoes.

Rusted Moth | JD DeHart - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Rusted Moth | JD DeHart

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I would live
as a machine, if the
small fluttering creature
could creak
I could surrender
to a mechanism
if the powder spread
on the wall
was synthesized
I would recognize
a uniform order
if the wings were
a kind of metal.

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