Julius Lenaiyarra

'Twas once recited
In yester-years
Like a song
Words chanted and again
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The gloom of winter in a slow fade
Turns its arms to spring
Something new to cling
And so the new to bring
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Started as a wave
Perhaps a wind wave
Sweeping from the western horizon
Conquering the neutral centre
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Memories not recalled
Are those not formed
Stepping forward from a lane
Of a busy day in life
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Crawling, toddling, standing
Next to a table
On it, a blank paper
And a pack of crayons
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The blooms and blossoms
The green shines
The mirrages of the day
The sun; scorching hot
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Meeting unintentionally at a busy avenue
In a hurried pace stole glances at each other
Without a feel of it at the time
We by-passed each other thoughtfully
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It was the rain, then a storm
Rising waves, then tides
Insinuating the early storm
But this time the ark missing
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In the human absurdity
Face-slapped by a human parody
Way-ward a bit, you may think
Inscripted in the melting insolence
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Blowing, lazily, then hastily
Through the shrubs past the bushes
Over the grassland then to the forest
Down valleys towards the plain
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A phase it could be
In a clear ostentatious atavism
A touch of narcissistic utterance
And there comes a thought after-thought
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If then you should know
Perhaps, you may have to
Then think of it
Then in a manner...like...
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In the neighbourhood,
At a busy junction
There is a mirror
That has been installed, long ago
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Of this day O LORD,
Give me all the strength,
And cover it with wisdom
Away from evil eyes.
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This time round
Watching, just seeing
Keenly with an eagle's eye
Peeping through the open
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Don't you look at me like that
That I am too simple, simple in your eyes
Look at me and say something
You have a future, try your luck
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When you slap my cheek,
When you spit on my face,
When you take away what is mine
When you don't see that I'm annoyed
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The poet sat thoughts racing
The pen drawing a faint line
That distinguished
Existence from living
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Vivid memories erupt
Of decades gone like yesterday
For childhood love
As wrinkled faces stare each other
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