cast our image she's not a land to plough and
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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