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    Cast Our Image

    She's not a land to plough and reapOur minds are never wrong to beg for yields

    I'm thinking of the foundryI want to cast our image

    But, first, I must sign on to opennessTo pour our gold, silver or copper.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

    BLAIRS TORY

    A kingpin has ferried shuffling middle cloutsInto the lower regions of BritainThree times, they were dealt the wrong deck and the packNeeded constant reshuffling to make the fudge lastSuper co-ordinates and entente royals, Charlie-showedThe economy to make dark wealth and braggartsThey sit on a footstool, precariously leaning into theReminiscence of Jester yearsThe ailing century when Britain did not workAnd Capitalism became Colonialism.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

    Doubtful Sixpence

    Dark continent,a different ballgame.Diptych fora tamed spider

    mixed mediaon a canvas.Crypt of theblack MadonnaMooreland benedictionthe doubtful sixpence.The woodcutter and 'Father Jose Maria'married the artist's wife atpotato harvesthad chips in a bed-sitwith inmates.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

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    Drummers of Revolutions

    Drummers of revolutionsDusty means and ends

    Collaborator-glazersGreen brick and scenarios

    Outlines of conceptsTinges of colours

    Sanity undermines imagination.Mystery of forgotten dreams

    Spiked blood

    Thinks red with rage

    You played along beside meKnowing I was a gameA pale brown soil!

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

    The Earth

    Brandishing grief, a seabed had pub-crawledAn orchard through a blind alley

    We priced the earth and had weptTurbulence full to bathe a storm!

    We'd been on a boat smelling sweet with such trippingIn the dark and had tried out our last gossip

    We'd stampeded our feet as a nuisance and hadHeld our smile to the fragrance of a smudged world

    The Earth, our own, has kept us aliveEternal Almighty RegeneratorTriumphant Hold-us-ness.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

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    Guantanamo Bay

    Guantanamo mourns full of

    Othellos whose times have purchaseddeath and their judgement a dread circle.With a little carefree, GWB baits anger with art his family comic collection.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

    I smell paradise

    I smell paradise when George in a dice of solemnityEmbraces the hiatus.

    The only Hercules dancing away the throes;Chest-beating the barbarians -returnees - from five thousand years of history

    This jig and this lull epitomiseThe new love for Herculean heroics on superior plutonium wings.

    I smell paradise full of people a newly liberated form fromThe crutches of Saddam Hussein

    Those once impoverished now celebrateWith tanks of water and bucketful of poohds.

    The crossed swords, emblem of Baghdad,Are now fitful smiles of the freed Iraqis.

    I smell paradise when the old Europe prostratesTo the New at the helm of reconstruction insomnia.

    Americans with pocketful of peace diceNATO into a rapid disability;

    Branding the once shaky,Blurring the truths once held dearly.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

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    LEVEL CROSSING

    It was above her

    Affecting her profilingIn the dimMmm, a different person, a different mealShe said the thought but the It answers:You mean people eat differently?No, men and ants are meals alikeRhyming like cars, getting there to here.But ants eat differentThings! They eatStones soil and wood

    They eat other ants,

    Not like people,People do not eat peopleNo, not now,She was the ideaShe has brought all its episodes intoA lump fit for level crossingShed face it now,To tell it that as a child, she knewAnts eat antsBut men kill menNot even for a meal

    Then she thought, just tell it to the Police

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

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    By-Gone Lights

    Leathered wilfully, desperate caricatures

    are laughing still as folklores live longerthan people, and people are tripping in andout of lights. Different shades of darknessare pontificating at bare existence... Butthe poor make round the goings on in theworld. Self-amusement is enchanting as anhonourable Philistine, praised for hismasonry outside womanhood only to go hometo 'mummies' rejected in the bright, butloved in shades. Disparagement of a pint ora glass of wine would not do the damage to a

    dream reeled on knocking the stars, beamingsilly! Neither a 'James Bond' nor a 'NicoleKidman' has a monopoly on aesthetics. Thedowntrodden are the infinite symbol; theirefforts are real icons rekindling the cravedboldness, the boldness of by-gone lights.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva

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    Womb, the originOf life, woman brought forthMan in herself demonstrating her complex self-

    Awareness of lifeNeutralising physical power of death, as of man

    And the dullness in man condemned

    Have you not seen or heardThe cravings of excitement by menIn brawls or the display of aggressionBy manners unmeasuredConfirming how lonely a man is. DissatisfiedWith himself, needing to find the meaning of self

    And the dullness in man condemned

    Women always defend men in gentler ways than oneMens defence of women adds upTo one and only one, the grinding, abrasive muscularity,Then, the collapse. Yes, a man drops in many ways,Firstly the trickles and last, oh at last the self-inflicted exhaustion;The near-loss of consciousness, needing a womans respite

    To come back to life not to combat life

    Yes, women die tooA poetic deathA disguise for the continuation of life inDifferent forms and shapes tracking theLife in man is realAnd will grow

    To come back to life not to combat life

    Women are the substance of lifeOn earth, theyre in bitsThe great MotherAnd the lesser motherMother of all, nonetheless

    To come back to life not to combat life.

    Copyright 2009 Paul Ade Silva