YURI DURAAN Poems

The Gospels teach us that our one hand should not
know what the other is doing, this being a lesson in
humility where good acts are concerned. However,
Man corrupts all things to serve its own purpose:
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I woke up because I heard your voice-
audibly, it was a loud whisper in my ears:
“my baby”... it was no dream
it was too real,
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These words that I’m writing
are not really my own….

no word belongs to me just
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Your eyes captured me,
wanted me - You were blinded
by my beauty and wanton…
selling your soul for a
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I sometimes wear shocking pink underwear.

It is my act of rebellion against those who
always tell me that I am too pale for bright colours.
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I made you a Christmas tree because
I knew you wouldn't bother.

I picked the branch myself,
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You never say my name

as if you are afraid that
it would bind you to me,
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Let us speak words that are
not too challenging...
not too emotive
easy on the tongue
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My feet are buried
in sand...
the tide is coming in
and I cannot save
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Happy Birthday Ric S. Bastasa

Did your mother know,
when she released you from
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