Sidi Mahtrow Poems

There's a green alligator.
Lying on the bank out of the water,
His (or her) hide, a bilious green
And as it dries has a certain sheen.
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If you find
a conch shell,
Discarded by the host
and others as well.
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There they be
Little vegetable trees
Cut off in the prime of life
No telling their pain or strife.
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Lies are misshappened truths
Intended to convert others to their view.
The prize be to destroy facts
As they shed false teardrops, anew.
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Well dear Tara let me say
Perhaps the bigot had his way
Of entering into your mind
To affect what may not be so kind
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Come walk with me over the hills
Where the lands are covered with scrub.
Beneath are veins that were once rich with coal
Now empty caverns dark, wet and cold.
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Evening –

To some its beautiful
Standing there
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‘Twas the hot weather
Likes of this they had never
Seen. Such a stew
That mother nature seemed ‘t brew.
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Who can it be?
One with a message, certainly.
But wait, perhaps a bit of poignant thought
Or maybe memory overwrought.
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Few animals besides man
Have by nature endowed a plan
For grasping objects as they may
Either at work or at play.
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