Tag: Poetry

Armageddon City  (Redux)

. . . by Tanmay Philip

Gurus walking the streets
Hungry for lean meat
Hungry for treats
Standing by the doomsayer
For the photo-shoot
They need a good contrast
“Run fast! Don’t look back!”
When the storm comes raging
In Armageddon City
Screams the mad soul
While the gurus offer
Awakening
For their daily wages
Self proclaimed sages
Offering medical degrees
But never for free
While the lunatic screams
Flee! Flee!
From this city
Ignore him please
And welcome
To Armageddon City […]

Armageddon City

As for me … I’m on safari,
fleeing Armageddon City.

Rest in peace dear Tanmay

Lovers ~ Before and After {Redux)

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ISIS of CRISIS

It now seems
so very long ago
I travelled
that tempestuous path
blessed by the wrath
of a jealous Osiris
that led to Har Məgīddō
where I first met Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
torn from a dream
at the frenzied height
of a broken séance
There at the Mirage Oasis
she laid in wait
bare naked
her voluptuous form
born of the Nile
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile …

“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”

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~ A Subversive Opus by Cara

I love the broken

I love the fall from grace

I love the out of sync

I love the mess

and the mud

and the doubt

and the dirt

I make love to failure

And asymmetry

and the just-a-little, little off

I love the missed details

And the mistaken

I love the lost

I love the forgotten

I love the spilled

And the leaking

I pray for the hopeless […]

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A Poetic Warning (Revisited)

In a former life

One of chaos and disorder

Through a cosmic haze

Of bloodshed and strife

I well remember

A pilgrimage metaphysical

Seeking wisdom ancient

And knowledge mystical

From a secret agent

By the mythical code name

Brainwave Alpha

“First … you need learn how to fly,
if indeed, you wish to kiss the sky.”

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The Used Lover Blues (1)

An Olympic Heartbreak (Redux)

In a time of epic turmoil

and unsurpassable bliss

I once had this fair goddess

my diaphanous lover

from far off Mount Olympus

Was it all that wrong?

She knew how to play

my favourite song

upon her golden lyre

setting my heart on fire

with unquenchable desire

all night long

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He Eat Dolce Vita (Redux)

… sealed with a kiss and a warrant

He fly da vulture

He do stranger danger

He swamp da monster

He got winner envy

He lose by plenty (last time)

He cry loudly “Mummy!”

He da sunshine faker

He look orange monkey

He red carpet bagger

He da posse grabber (?)

He dat hound dog’s brother

He da Beastie’s bestie

Be dat Rosemary’s baby

He one mother trucker

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The Used Lover Blues (2)

An Aegean Odysseum (Redux)

Once I had lover

of Olympian splendour

Nightly she would come to me

as the goddess Aphrodite

in a full blown frenzy

of insatiable desire

Lost in her lustful pleasure

I was driven half crazy

(Aphrodite being half human)

Yet at the break of dawn

she’d miraculously transform

into Athena

Zeus’s warlike daughter

the born again virgin

with her divinity fully intact

all pent up

in a vesuvian rage

and ready to attack

Her bronze age wisdom

wielded as a deadly weapon

Was I just her Troy Boy to be used

and then abandoned come the morning?

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The Used Lover Blues (3)

A Pantheon of Seduction (Redux)

As a naïve teenager
of unsullied Innocence
I was ruthlessly seduced
by a Grecian lover
who’s pagan charm
( of grievous bodily harm
to any a mere mortal )
all sensual and mysterious
was in truth impossible
for a curious youth
such as my good self
to ever resist
She of a higher power
from lofty Mount Olympus
the erotically reckless
exotic goddess … Aphrodite
Was it her insatiable desire
that so graciously
nearly killed me with her
all consuming divinity?

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The Used Lover Blues (4)

An Epicurean Conundrum:

Carnal The Bristle
Mortal The Brush
Forever That Hunger
Of A Celestial Rush

A hasty summit commences
upon Mount Olympus
amongst some random Immortals
(Not the fictional entities
of Harry Potter, but the fanciful
deities of a bygone era)
with an opening statement
from Demeter . . .
the much revered Earth Mother;

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For Far Too Long

. . . or not long enough?

The Malingering

seven long months

convalescing

like some earth bound wraith 

unwelcomed

upon consecrated ground

whilst circling the deepest abyss

of some malevolent virus

to which I had no resistance

hellbent on my imminent death

in my weakness

in the darkness

faith put to the test

with a living dose

of heavenly strength

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