Monthly Archives: December 2012

Monsoon

Monsoon Endless rain. Endless rain. Voices strain drowned out, drops march as armies. Endless leaves, 400 greens of canopies. Trees Stand Straight, No flinch. Drenched. By endless rain. By David Bugg (2012)

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Photo Poem: “On Entering The Woods”

On Entering The Woods On entering the woods, external noise is lessened and daylight settles for that shadowy compromise. On passing under the trees, the body’s genes tighten  and senses heighten to recall a wilder past. On leaving behind the … Continue reading

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Twelve hour day

Twelve hour day Santa Claus is coming…to town Accompanies squawks from parakeets as…the sun…rises. Motionless unaware of sound, I am casually regarded. A grey monkey fist clenched munches on a leaf. We understand one another. And still the sun bakes … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Beach, by David Bugg, Dawn, Day, Dusk, Poem, Sri Lanka, Sunrise, Sunset, Tropical | 1 Comment

Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat

Of Polonnaruwa and Midday Heat Troops of children breathe and learn, of cultures hewn from stone. Ancient peoples long removed, their ruins lacking throne. From sun-baked sandals Toes protrude, Or hardened soles meet Soil nude, Bare behinds from dwarves Cavorting, … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, by David Bugg, Heat, Poem, Religion, Spirituality, Sri Lanka, Travel, Tropical | 1 Comment

Unbearable Lightness

Unbearable Lightness He waits… and waits… then like buses 2 arrive oh and a third. The wait is over and the unbearable lightness becomes lighter. By David Bugg (April 2011)

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Pre-justice

Pre-justice Gold watch, Pink tie, Shoes gleam like owner. You decide, already. A man, imprisoned, guilty without trial. Cell block Y. Categorised. By David Bugg (2012)

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Futile? Vanity.

Futile? Vanity. Quadriceps burn, like chilli oil injected, and veins pulse. Grey muscles, ache like legs ever pounding psycho marathons but no finish. Just dotted lines, re-written targets, over shoulder, then empty. Only forward makes sense, at least to us, … Continue reading

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The Girl Looks

The Girl Looks The girl has the look, as if she knows she has it, she looks inward, wears a social shield, amor chinks pierced solely by well sharpened swords, from professional gamesmen. Else, the fool is fooled again? Perhaps. … Continue reading

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Font vs Text

Font vs Text The font needs text, like the adjective needs the noun. Points, dashes, they come and go. Pts, they cum + go By David Bugg (2012)

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