Ike Khan Poems

Purple pills
cure all ills.
Keep them close
to mop up spills.
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You know not what you ask in gently rhythmic concrete mask,
Of fluid voice yet solid grasp of wont and needed lust,
Of me.
Grant unto me one day from myself and I shall conquer the world
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Life is both a game of skill and chance
Not unlike a game of cards and consequence
Signified, not merely that which is dealt
Moreover, how such is dealt with thence.
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“Beauty can be found in everything”, they say.
In an old dried up leaf about to fall?
I saw one just now as the dappled sunlight caught it and played with it for a moment.
I thought it was a butterfly quivering as it tried to keep its purchase in the breeze.
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Time our foe,
Time our friend,
Time, the only one to mend
All we break and destroy in our time.
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This mark is a stain,
The sign of that which forced us apart
and you touch it as though your heart
Is stamped by the same;
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The demise of Mr Corrie
Made everyone rather sorry;
While crossing the road with a cumbersome load
He walked into the path of a lorry.
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Lucidity, my once fine friend
Will storm ne'er end or skies be fair?
Will thoughts no longer follow me,
Will notions not return my stare?
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Isn’t it strange how honey
When wrapped in fiduciary money
Isn’t as nice as when spread upon mice?
Though to cats and owls it tastes funny
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You linger, seemly posed, perchance
To stray the eye with side-long glance
Yet such applied with innocence
Not to affect nor to entrance;
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