Leslie Xavier Poems

There ain't no sunshine here,
just amenities, that boiler heat.
When your windows open to Methanol scents,
you just know you're in for it, something bad.
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A flickering tube in late-night shift,
dots of light merge in motion.
Behold a finite meaningless mosaic
- our target, two pairs of tired eyes.
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Arigato; and the revered bow,
my eyes touch the master's feet.
A way of life from the Ring of Fire,
the art I had grown up with.
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The host sits patient, lady on chair;
I took the stands relaxed.
the trial is on, her questioning eyes;
Your Honour, am guilty; I was late.
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The open pen and the deep stain,
o'er a torn piece of life - my writing pad.
I'm ready for you, Oh... The mirage,
baptize me, do come back dear.
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No lull, not even a loving pull,
this whisky bottle no more full.
Still I am awake staring,
waiting for you, the caring.
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Your worth is not of this world,
and the promise wasn't a joke!

Like the 'Phiaro', it'll flow,
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This sudden burst of hues, but why?
Oil on canvas and a vibrant blue,
just when all the fest is done, the jest;
your portrait, a call, a golden bait.
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Honestly thoughtful those words,
a rhyme, a song that will last.
Engaged and ready for life,
yes dear, I wish you love.
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A crown with stars n band of Asian brothers,
mane blown out in thinning curls.
A real son, hmm! Maybe; the poise,
Aries, war a game since birth.
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