Tricks Poems

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Tricks

Tricks short poem

Trees toss their canopies horses shaking their manes all the manmade arbor street signs, power lines each motion exaggerated in woeful orange glow we’re smashing pumpkins torching porches huffing spraypaint and praying for violent excitement cops chase blue flashers and

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Life’s Rules

Lifes Rules short poem

Life is fair if you follow rules Tiny tricks and tricky tools Stumble and fall, yet rise once again It’s alright to cry, but cry only in the rain Remember, what’s right to you is wrong for another Rely on

Orbs

Orbs short poem

Multi-colored Orbs before my eyes… what’s going on here, are my eyes just playing tricks on me…well I rub my eyes but they do not disappear I wonder if it’s spirits in despair or the guardians of mine trying to

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Years From Now….

Years From Now.... short poem

When I first saw you, He nudged me and gave me a sign. I thought it was just over thinking of a melancholy heart. Time passed by, we passed by each other, Another bell rang; another gust of wind blew

My Toys- A Bundle Of Joy

My Toys  A Bundle Of Joy long poem

Photo by torbakhopper I have a sack full of toys, They make a little noise, Some are girls and some are boys; I have a small train, With a window pane, And it rides in a lane, Its driver’s name

Loving Life

Loving Life short poem

If we are willing to learn, life is willing to teach If we are willing to listen, the sounds of life will reach If you are willing to receive, life has much to give Take what life gives, make the

Untitled

Untitled short poem

You charm me It’s all about the tricks you play Tickling my feet Splashing my hair I laugh You whisper We dance You mesmerize me How you never stop your little game, Six hours here Six hours there Back and

Devils Delight

Devils Delight long poem

As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the

What Is Happening?

What Is Happening? short poem

The tears have fallen; The Blood has shed. I might be hearing voices. I think I’m in a nightmare. My mind is spinning in a thousand directions; What is happening? I’m feeling out of control; This seems out of my

Smile

Smile long poem

I remember a time when life was alive with wondrous mysteries of carefree design; when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white with planes soaring high and then out of sight. Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we played

WELL (INT)ENDED!

WELL (INT)ENDED! long poem

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Twenty First Century Fool

Twenty First Century Fool short poem

Back in bygone days- one might have been amazed by all the tricks and trappings of the fool now that we are here- royalty is rarely near and what has cycled in is to be cool not-with-standing out- crystal clear-

Epilogue

Epilogue short poem

You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything

Me, The Big Girl Now Mumsy!

Me, The Big Girl Now Mumsy! short poem

“A kid’s world, when growing up to be a confident girl, after passing the toddler phase”. I am such a big girl now, dear mommy Yippee, I can play with me now so easy But, I still love your warm

Brew

Brew short poem

you wouldn’t know them except for their orders gliding like dolls hovering, footless, wearing bright dresses that brush the dusty floor the kind a proud mother would pick out then stand behind their chairs distracted trying to tame their cowlicks.

Tell It Like It Is

Tell It Like It Is long poem

Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall

Knight Of The Round

Knight Of The Round long poem

He rides towards the setting sun Further and further from his special one The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat He rides through the desert to find the Prince. Commissioned

To My Teacher

To My Teacher prose poem

However hard I may try He scares me away Coz I m one gullible being No one might feel so very shy Each time I gather courage To face him with guts and grit To ask questions without quit And

Coats Valley

Coats Valley ode

Once I lived in Swaziland, Away from my country my beloved homeland. A beautiful country of Southern Africa, Manzini and Mababane are its heavenly replica. We lived in coats valley near the grove of guava trees, My maid used to

A Walk Along The Tides

A Walk Along The Tides long poem

I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held

Hands Of Enemy

Hands Of Enemy short poem

With frugal memory you wanted to tame the radical spine, while fright was bending the thighs. Was it a travesty of the graduated thumb? The speed of the river had accelerated in aching land. People gathered to collect the alms

The Vin Malaria

The Vin Malaria prose poem

I’ve shared more than blame These harpies find me Wandering cargo ships with dagger-eyed cheeks and charm A gold-fleeced buffalo Mama said don’t engage But I can’t short them when they’ve come so far for someone not looking to be

The Rage Inside

The Rage Inside short poem

The rage inside Am I a clockwork man, or a clockwork mouse? Would I still be the same man, if I let my rage out? Am I a jigsaw piece of a master plan? Or a glimpse of art in

The Redemption

The Redemption short poem

When all the leaves are brown And the sky ought to turn grey The silence blankets over I ain’t afraid of a thousand eyes If I have five hundred smiles But it seem so uncanny, so errie That old nick is

What Is Love

What Is Love prose poem

What is love? If you had asked me a few years ago, What is love? All I could have said was, an endless torture of someone who claims to care for you yet does everything they can to tear you

A Raw Diamond

A Raw Diamond short poem

A rustic lass of early teens sells raw diamonds on a pavement. black stones are laid on a mat small rocks fetch her livelihood. ‘See, the stones can cut glass sheets, all are genuine raw diamonds, buy now or you

It’s Me Khoisan

It’s Me Khoisan long poem

Quit the stare, the stairs await us, I see ice in your eyes, in two weeks, I too forgot, The waves of love live within us, Even when the heart heat revives, the silence sinks, Emotions woven, relationships entangled, just

Charlie Chicken Soup

Charlie Chicken Soup ode

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

The Moon

The Moon short poem

Sometimes I just sit and observe its serene soft white splendor It makes me calm, tranquil and peaceful and full of vigor Its pure white glow makes everything look calm and nicer Even people’s faces look friendlier illuminated whiter It

Taunting Life

Taunting Life short poem

Oh my dear Life why do you change your colour so often ? Why do you ware the mask as often ? You shower once in a while a Little of happiness You rain Bountiful of sorrow most of the

A Chameleon

A Chameleon short poem

Remains busy from dusk to dawn, Giving his soul to Satan’s pawn. Keeping all the tricks buttons on, Man is nothing but a chameleon. Cheats all for his lust and greed- Third rate creature he is indeed. Sows contempt and

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Pygmalion

Pygmalion prose poem

Here she gathers her flying hair into rocky curls. Her eyes blow away; fire, soil and air. Her heart bangs drop down, one by one, on the road. Her eyelashes melt into wax covering caves floors. Her stony dress waves

Between Us

Between Us long poem

Part 1 – Us A connection, telepathy sometimes. Cup of tea, cup of coffee. Helping hand, kind assurance. Pat on the back, kiss on the lips. You and me and complete loss of words. There’s something between us. A touch

My Silent Plant

My Silent Plant short poem

Part of my family, you’ve always been. Earth is our house; the flower pot is Eden. We are a union of Chlorophyll and melanin. Chlorophyll gives you an ever-green colour. Melanin determines my skin colour. I still however, don’t know

Gray Hands

Gray Hands short poem

It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of

My Sunshine

My Sunshine short poem

In the darkest of hours, I still knew there will be dawn, You will arise like a sun, To fill me with light and warmth, To make the world beautiful for me, To make me your Queen, In the chariot

How Many Coins

How Many Coins short poem

How many coins for a life? A new life to start. Where you’ll save your love good, And where you’ll spend it smart. How many coins for a new face. One with less lines, One that can impress, One that

Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

Choice

Choice long poem

There is a word that is profound. It changes everything around. This word can shift your life dramatically, It can shape destiny and your identity. The word is CHOICE, as simple as it sounds However it has meaning that astounds.

The Evil Day

The Evil Day ballad

Before some three or four-odd days Began the nature show some craze. The people, truly afraid, to say, Nowhere did find a place to stay. The initial portension was a fire, That left a pile of ashes and mire Of

Sweetheart

Sweetheart short poem

I still wait for her every night, Watching the stars with blue light, One is still missing, and might have right, Sometimes, roaming places, kindling a game, My eyes know her unseen delight, And I enjoy her playful absence the