Nipponia Nippon

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Grown men cry saving birds in nests perched high,
Teeter on long bamboo poles,

Fighting snakes,
and extinction,

Cry in despair when a chick dies,

Cry in joy,
When two,

Shake tremulous crowns, childhood plumes,
So tenuous,

Parents squacking overhead in the damp,
Damp valley,

Valley so high on the dull,
Grey mountain,

Afraid of the snake that comes at dawn,
Through the leaves in the tall,

Green forest,

Tall trees, Nipponia nippon, and
Men up the tree,

Up,
Up,

No thought for slackline or failure,
-the snake almost had them the last time –

Grown men cry,
Cry saving birds,

Cry heavy, heaving sighs, cry,
Conservationist.

♦picture♦The IUCN list of endangered species

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Cli·ché

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We garden together, He and I,
Uprooting rocks, chiseling Fuchsia,

We,
Argue a lot, and;

Framing roses in gold, morning light or,
Flaming red sunset,

Helps cool raging fires.

Birds join us when we are not too loud,
Sipping iridescent water from clay pots,

Serenading,
Nectar onto rhamphothecae;

We squash fat slugs accidentally,
And bitterness.

♦<strong>picture</strong>♦ <a href=”http://www.kevintruong.com/&#8221; target=”_blank”><strong>Kevin Truong</strong></a> <a href=”http://thegaymenproject.com/&#8221; target=”_blank”><span style=”color:#ff0000;”>@TheGayMenProject</span></a>
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Smogasbord

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Smogasbord, and so
Health,

A dashboard of delights.

Supine could be;
Relaxed on a hospital bed,

Goose down,
Luxurious but bad for your back,

Foam,

Sometimes current but initially,
Uncomfortable,

A sister healed,
A discussion beyond Mum,

Silver hair framing,
Ice-blue eyes,

Wrinkles round a mouth;

Ripe fruit is determined by smell, and
A mango,

Will flood a kitchen with colour.

Who are you now,
Riding on the upper deck to Luton with,

The Book in your lap and,
The Wind in your hair?

Why are you a mango,
Ripe to eat?

When love is alive, or
Dying,

Aroma disperses into cupboards, is
Dispensed across sofas, and

Out walking I thought,
A million dollars can change everything.

– have your wings clipped but clip them yourself,
spoof your location, so health.

Angels are born everyday.

♦picture♦ – Eartha Kitt, Wikipedia

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Pillow talk

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Quantum physics dictates that
Looked at directly matter will disappear.

Big physics says that electrons can be bound,
Entangled, still

Unified theory does not allow multiple existences.

These are matters of the heart;
Sometimes looking at love directly can destroy it,

And we don’t want lovers disappearing,
To burnt, brawny, Ulaanbaatar without us, we

Want them flourishing and,
No matter how ribald, how

Cherished they are, at times a
Gaze averted can fertilize love,

Parry an argument,
Can better the road ahead.

Dew off fingertips,
Off eyelashes,

Sweat,

May glisten brightest,
When not looked at directly.

Not everyone is free.

Picture – OZAN KOSECGettyImages

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Vanquished

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Aliens have been vanquished before.

Dolphins,
Whales,
Elephants,

Orchids all,

Intelligent,
Cannot look after Earth,

May have seen the end coming, not
Had the means to pollinate,

Thought life,
Conscious, must

Be responsible,
For life, have

Missed the archer,
Choosing the trajectory,

Been the arrow,
Aliens,

Forgetting that food
Chains,

Are best when,
Dolphins,

Whales,
Elephants,

Orchids all,
Are cared for, reefs

Unable to do so,
Visible from space like,

Large Scale structures of the Universe and,

Remembering just in time to,
Be the ones that save.

The asteroid went unnoticed.

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Picture – Large Scale structure of the Universe; Andrew Pontzen and Fabio Governato

Walking with butterflies

butterfly

She flits with the breeze,
Neon white with blue streaks,

Antenna filtering for blossoms,
Fabulous,

Owning the street,
Owning the couple,

At sunset before,
The African roundabout,

A butterfly that would not let go,
Wafting beyond reach,

Before the hawk and
Gently anyway –

Ever been a glass-wearer looking for your glasses with,
Your glasses on to begin with?

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Meditation

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Tie the thread to the farmer!
Marry the Bride to the Groom!
Arrange a wedding for five billion people,

We are approaching the end!

Road rage is the immediate,
And sudden reconfiguration of,

A prior expectation and we are doing well,
The old lady, the Guru and I,

We are making effort.

It is,
In this moment,
A crisis which kills on the streets of America, and
People are cruel.

Just off the ashen pavement, obsidian in the dark,
A boy is playing PlayStation, so –

Kurukshetra! Ping,
Lakshmi! Ping,
Mohammed! Buddha! Ping, ping.

The lady looks hypnotised,
I am cold,
And people are cruel.

They have left the Guru here and gone to bed,
Can you imagine that?

♦Picture♦ PJ Kaiser

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They will stone you in God’s name

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It’s a revolt.
A revolution.

And in the name of God, they are building schools,

Delivering doctors, door to door.

They are conveying the message that people care,

And that no one is forgotten but,

Cameras are not allowed in some places.

People hoist burning American Flags which melt and spit plastic,
Scarring children with big brown eyes.

Women will not talk about this;
Allah is a man in uniform.

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♦picture – Radu Sigheti for REUTERS♦

Praise

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Praised by a drunkard,

Just when my craving for respect,
From Oprah, Obama or

The Queen,

Seemed to be all the appreciation I needed,
She,

Walked in,
Demanding demurely, hand

Held out, just
Two sticks.

Her praise almost made me cry –

she was so dignified
tight dress not too
tight, just so –

Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply.

Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime,
And she wrangles,

A full pack of cigarettes from me,
Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured,

Brandy glass and,

An Orange Juice,
Placed just so;

Always good practise to keep a spare,
Packet of cigarettes in the car.

I am still laughing.

Photo: face2face Africa

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