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Recession seems to be taking everyone for a rough ride these days. And none are likely to downplay it. But if you meet any of those down dudes your way, you ought to know it’s just an expression of the times. As a sign outside the sweet and spice shop put it: “We’re in aContinue reading “Dying can give some a fresh lease of life: Just for laughs “

I don’t melt like wax, God, please relax!  I never ever get stopped in my tracks  I am clay, but clay that doesn’t shatter  This is in reassurance to my dear potter  I cling to the ledges; don’t snap like wedges  I laugh heartily when I’m on testing edges   My strength, at any length, hasContinue reading “Me, the steam engine: A poem “

I am brown. But see! I’m gold! Behold!  I am like the forest that never goes cold  Rejection doesn’t grow on my bones like mold  Wisdom takes me by the hand in a borrowed land  I am brown like rare earth, not dirt; my breath  doesn’t go heavy when prejudice meets my step  I burnContinue reading “Brown is around in every town: A poem “

I have buried the coffins of despair  Hope is in the air  even in the curls of my hair  There is no failure for dignity  The beauty of purity  is in the vicinity  The sounds of guns are not dead  but the lead  no longer falls in our beds  We have a choir of angels Continue reading “You knock on my door: A poem “

I remember the day Mum passed,  and I felt blocked out, like a stone  across a cave’s entrance. I felt  I was thrust in the orphanage of the world,  even though I was in my late fifties  Fate was thrifty with me, and was hefty.  My guilt was shifty. I thought I didn’t do  enough.Continue reading “Mum, the gifts were not given in return: A poem “

I have three words to say  when I’m wedged on a ledge  They are: Don’t get down!  I can say I wouldn’t ride  a moral high-horse, If I  wasn’t so much a victim of a lie  But I’m no heavier than tin  I am afloat and thin  I know this civilisation  is flowing downstream  AndContinue reading “Is this earth?: A poem “

I can drink from wisdom’s third glass  and still drive steady in rusty, old cars  through torrential hale, in the wee hours  and all the breathyliser tests I seem to pass  And you can take me for a colossal fool,  I am no accidental pianist sitting on a stool  I can tell you that allContinue reading “I drink from wisdom’s third glass: A poem “

In the kitchen, pottering around the electric stove  I feel I’m chopping in too many difficult strokes  The anxiety is unbreached by the non-deft cuts in a line  as I wrestle with an unwelcome present; for buying time  The onion peels are like stars falling out of my life  If only I could divine, divineContinue reading “Dad, I’ll always be truly yours: A poem “