Anita Shanti Joseph

Light
(For Joyce Meyer)
A golden tinge pierces
The still air breathes
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We are in a match
And you call the shots
I’m the captive of your soul
Steady your heart
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In frightened gallops
Against allotted time
I fumble for words
With chances throttled
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For a moment I thought it was her
I stayed with Time
Just a trick of the mind
No passer-by turns to glimpse at me anymore
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Must you drive my centre away
And tilt my balance?
My little toe cries
And moves to tears
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To tease the body like Orlando
And ease the mind like Virginia
It’s between the acts
To the lighthouse the waves tower
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Death – follows me
A shadow of a friendly dog
Who wags his tail
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Out in my garden
A vengeance strange – displayed
Deadly blue pellets – sprayed
To lure and kill the slugs
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Just a poem;
I’ve said that a million times
Till the scabs have fallen off
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Once a room in garden grew
Brilliant like the sunflower, I knew
At sundown her cosy corner shone
Wearing a rosy look that charmed
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You are to me
A gentle puddle
The rains have lavished.
I need you like the soil
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Sometimes there is more
To the inviting shores – I believe
I picked up a seashell
In the warmth of Langkawi and
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Never mind there’s a daisy on my sleeves
It’s my mother’s heart
I take it with a stride
And smile away my hurt with pride
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We burn fireworks
Yea! Good to drive
The dark demons away
But on our roads lie
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As your eyes bedeck
The horizon –
Your smiles widen my
Role – from heaven
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The sky was liquid blue
As though it had borrowed
The scene from the ocean
The puffy clouds spread
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Unknown is my destiny
But I see your smiling face
At every bend a Daisy buds
Radial flowers like your radiant ‘eye’
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Tears of joy and laughter
Gather as the storm.
The crowd pulled and filled along
Words distil to form images
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O Lord!
A Little galaxy moves in me
Lord I know every element builds
A chain reaction sets off
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Tower of Our Strength
(For the President of the USA, George W Bush)
The towers of liberty
Stood tall as powers of victory
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