Etienne Charilaou Poems

This is not a poem.
‘This is Sparta! '
This is not arta.
This is my home.
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Under the sun nothing new.
Help me to say something true!
Stars unnumbered in blackness.
Abide in your tiny happiness.
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‘Twas she known as Mata Hari who said,
‘The dance is a poem
of which each movement
is a word.'
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It was a little dog's distant bark;
it was a tiny bird's innocent chirp;
it was a wind's gentle blowing;
that lifted my heavy burden of care,
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A not-quite star is a Brown Dwarf.
A not-quite man is a Peter Pan.

My mind's been blanked.
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The sun had zipped to its zenith,
when the zeppelin zoomed over
the ziggurat. The guide says, '
Please turn down the zither music.
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The missile's flown with some dispatch.
We're gonna join the dinosaurs natch.
It's a mushroom terroryaki!
Leave Earth if you can, ducky!
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