Anu Soneye Poems

Dear Death.
Do you remember the last time we met at the beach?
When you played beach ball with your scythe.
When we sat together enjoying the warmth of the sunshine.
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How shall I then sing this anthem
and cross my right hand to the left to render this pledge?
Cause every time I tell lies, I feel a twitch in my heart
and a voice, telling me stop that.
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From the tale of I and my lover, I keep asking, wanting to discover of what manner is the love that stuns men and of what fashion is this emotion that daze them
for what love is I know not but only of its flaws and its rot
but men do I hear speak of the good or should I say, its seeming livelihood.
That love for them I hear to be a diamond; dazzling and fulgurous like an almond
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Who will save us?
Who will save us from the bullets of poverty?
Who will stop this bleeding?
This blood that drips from our dry lips.
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In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
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I hope to someday go to the sea with you.
To see the skies, gaze at the waters
and watch the calm of the blue.
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The signpost on the right side of my heart reads:
"Do not sing songs that will sink into the silence that dwell in my soul."
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for sailors attempting to visit.
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