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Saira Viola - 3 Poems

11/27/2013

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Paris Krush  

Anthracite skies bleed sequins of light  
Woven with silver and threads of gold  
Seducing the Seine with a ballet of lace  
Pearls and Cognac she stands alone  
As oxblood nudes and cigar smoke mix with the heat of the night  
Silhouetted in stretch satin coated with mystery and sting ray cool 
She feasts on a bi colored optical mirage . 
Burgundy rimmed petals carpet the carcass of dead Beatles  
And American Jazz notes infuse the air with Miles Davis melancholy  
Against the studded opulence which feathers the ritzy grandeur of the Champs Elysees  
A Promenade of the grotesque and grand : street walkers transvestites and drag artists mime insults to tourists and trade  
While crushed cardamom , mocha coffee peppermint water and Moroccan spice ignite the senses.  
She is a velvet ribbed orchestra of raw beauty elegant charm and  
            Caviar knuckled scorn. 
           A nocturnal paradise of chance  
           A glamorama of dirty glitter  
          She is a dangerous vamp who can lift you to eternal rapture  
          Or rot your soul with artifice . 
        All this- one night : one Parisian Kiss .   






Duke Ellington Blue
 
The lines on his face were etched with Rum
His eyes drooped down
They were battered folds of red
And veined with the purple fist of poverty
He had a 24 hour vacant look about him - it said he was OPEN to all offers
Scavenging for that one golden thread of hope that would save him from this
Abbatoir of savage gloom
Sometimes he still strummed the notes on his shot gun guitar
His fingers like bloodied bananas fried in Ghee
He was a shadow in his own land , an exile of no worth
His army fatigues clubbed with glory
But his smile cut with cremated dreams


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           Tuesday At Dawn
 
As the dawn cracks with light
A suffocating numbness punctures the air
Killing the blossom of youth
And drowning faith into a bloody requiem
Gunfire rapes the horizon
And dreams scatter like weeping confetti
Your eyes a landscape of misery
Haunted by the fear of uncertainty
Waiting for the end to come
But still that vegetable stillnes clings to the skies
Smothering all refuge of hope 
3 Comments
Ellie
11/26/2013 07:34:25 pm

Wow, there's so much energy here. I'll start with Paris Krush I love Paris as a woman she conveys raw emotion it's amazing I've never read poetry like this . Duke Ellington blue is just heart breaking army fatigues clubbed with glory but smile cut with dreams it's amazing work .
Tuesday at Dawn is bloody gunfire raping the horizon is so powerful. This person fires all cylinders .

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Jane Harkiss link
11/27/2013 08:03:24 pm

Powerful stuff - vivid imagery and startlingly original. I usually find poetry hard to read / grasp - with few exceptions - and these poems transcend all this. Makes me think about Lorca too - similar power of word/imagery. Wonderful!

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Nikki Jessup
11/29/2013 02:21:59 am

I like all three of these . I was over at a friend's for thanksgiving and your site came up in their news stream . I write songs and I'll be honest normally I find alot of poetry pseudo profound and shallow . Small pretentious little sentences that permeate the web . The first one brings it home Paris can be a bitch or a belle. I love that the poet describes everything the whole scene . The second poem is so current and that line " he was a shadow in his own land" shame on everyone for making an ex war vet feel this way .Hits you deep real deep. The last poem kills me . I like that I can connect with this words without feeling I'm missing something or joined a bunch of hipsters in an art commune . Thanks for sharing .

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