TALES FOR NO EARS
We all have stories we will never tell
We all have tales we shall never narrate
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My Mother…
As my shrieks ran through the house
She skittled-skettled me around to placate my howls
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A VOICE FROM THE DEPTHS
Deep down in the intricacies
Of our corporeal minds
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OH MY GIRL…
She paces and strides warmly with rotund delight
Her coral beads sparkle tenderly in the sky's light
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COME COOK, MOTHER - A folkloric narrative
Come cook for us, Oh Mother
We have filled up the heathen clay drum
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MYSTIC PSYCHOSIS
He was born free, and raised with warm hands
He lived in reality; with great goals and dreams
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A MAN MUST PRAY..
The meat in the pot may be much
And life may be so kind, it gives in
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GAIA ROTUNDA{The Earth is a Woman}
The Earth is a Woman
The mountains are her bones
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When a man dies,
He knows no more, He wants no more
He hates no more, he loves no more
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Ladies and gentlemen, Alive and Dead
I'll tell you a story I know nothing about
You need not hear it, just listen instead
It's a true tale, false within and without
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PETRICHOR
Like a child's hearty belch
Follows the devour of a sumptuous meal,
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SOMETHING FOR HER
the voice of my darling is immaculate,
swaying in the breeze as if playing a harp.
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Of willful thoughts and roles Of Noble scribes and Scrolls Hat-in-hand Hippocratean Lover of good words and writings If not for God! There is more to it than meets the eye)
The Sycophant
THE SYCOPHANT
The sycophant raves
At the zenith of his voice
ranting and chanting the praises
Of his temporal Overlords
He speaks dexterously,
His face bent earthwards and
Swears in the name of known
and unknown entities
The sycophant flatters and
Crawls behind his Superiors
He extenuates their worries
Promising loyalty and reverence
His tongue opens and asunders:
'Hail The King, Long Live The Boss
Continue and move on, My Lord
I am yours till Hell freezes'
Little does the Leader know
That a very dark cloud hovers over
The horizon of his reign: sycophants
Harbor nothing else than Mischief
The sycophant does know His lord
May be in many troubles
His miserable self shall always try
In shields to make it double
Governments fall and rise
Kingdoms come and depart
But the Sycophant demon abounds still
Stabbing the Truth with honest lies.
© Pat Ashinze
September 2016
I must commend you for the flow of imagination and the artful use of words in your works, you are great no controversy