Ivory Towers Smoke and Mirrors, Veiled Intent Glittering Glass Mask
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Ivory Towers Smoke and Mirrors, Veiled Intent Glittering Glass Mask
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One day this gravel and pavement recitation will make sense We watched the open road disappear beneath rapidly turning wheels Swore we’d never go back Now here we are pulling in, gassed out, to our surprise This old place looks new. The post Road Will Rise | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go…
The shadow seems tangible Showing the way, Taking up a glowworm’s Napoleonic duty In the face of crisis Dragging the vicious courage Out of the cocooned existence. The shadow melts in my cuppa, Being baked in my love, The love that felicitates me With hatred And I end up drinking it, Raising a toast, unfestively….
“Stalin’s Holidays” is the title poem of John Forbes’ second collection. Happy holidays! Stalin’s Holidays The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Juniper berries bloom in the heat. My heart! ‘Bottoms up, Comrade.’ The nicotine-stained fingers of our latest defector shake as they reach for Sholokhov’s Lenin—the verandah is littered…
Still searching for that solid centre ground. Knowing that the only reliable thing Is Unreliability Just ain’t helping right now. Eroded self trust is my foundation, my bedrock, my stability. And time and time and time again The ever powerful waves of self doubt Undermine and eat away At what is supposed to be my…
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The Mumbai heat hits like a Tyson punch. Sweat streaming down the densely-packed bodies of the Middle-class commuters in the suburban local trains Halting on long lines that shimmer in mid-May sun. The A/C whines and whirs, unable to cool The interiors of the sedan discomfiting the women Talking Versace and Venice, loud tones, fiddling…