CHESS IS

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black, Chess, poem, poetry, Race, white

CHESS IS

Chess is
what you are
looking for

the grid on
the board you
superimpose

me, I’m nightmarishly good
with my black pieces

knight, rook, bishop, queen
all out for a piece
of that dead
white king.

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TIGER

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identity, poem, poetry, Race, tiger, transformation, William Blake

TIGER

woke up
my eyes big big
gone total tiger

seeing the world
gold black gold black

not the usual
habitual
zebra pattern

no the gold and the black
blazing together, defining
each other

perfectly, symmetrically,
forest of the night
quite intertwined

SHAME

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Humanity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, racism, satire

SHAME

we want
to be
pure

we want
to be
different

we
want to
be
same

we want the
best of
both worlds, of
all worlds

coursing
through our veins

so desiring
so
frightened

our species
such a shame

CARAVAN

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Humanity, immigrants, migrants, migration, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Race, satire

they dance, they sing,
they summersault
tell jokes
in the strangest dialects
about strange things

a winding snake
with so much to say, so much to give,
but they are
human so
we shall never
let them in

have sown the mines
have fields of
fire
that interlock, whether
stone or rock
the weapon of choice
that they bring
we are ready

not a life will be saved
not a joy given

we are
thoroughly Biblical
about their being
a threat
to our very existence

WHITE ON RICE

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arrogance, narcissism, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, satire

WHITE ON RICE

he told his children
he was God

had seen him
beat their mother so other
they felt it best to believe him

and now
their new godlike father bids
then build a wall
to keep out cannibals
speaking foreign languages

for it will be
the end of this godlike progeny
should they arrive
end of the lies, double-
dealing, hypocrisy

everything
they believe in

BIRD ISLAND

BIRD ISLAND

who would have
thought it

that white
could be the
sick death colour
of hypocrisy

yes, manne,
R1, R2, R3, R4:
this in essence was
what you were defending

the better
to facilitate the lie
in all such circumstances

smeared with a holy
patriotic white
skin cream

who would
have thought it

open the door of
that history
and you
just fall through

O NEG

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poem, poetry

O NEG

racism is
red

it is
in the blood

the colour
of blood

look how
bitter you get
when I
point it out

so bitter
you going to
blow a
big hole in
my chest
with that gun

to protect
your skin

big round
hole

perfect for
my blood-group:
universal donor
O-neg

PLAYING THE BLACK

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

PLAYING THE BLACK

was playing
the black pieces

about to force
mate in two moves
but then told
a new
sheriff
in town (no ebony and
ivory coz
did not
shoot the deputy)

and black in this
brave new world
is never
allowed to win

for that is the essence of
this two-dimensional flat-world
with square checkered boxes
spaces of
death

and
life

the light and
dark of good and evil
wearing their colours
plain and simple

as the sky goes haywire with
fundamental misreading
every force needing
counterbalance
sending you
Oh marshal of whiteness, Caesar
of all white pieces,
scouting for
unsullied realms of
good old homestead meaning

reassuring
easy and prosperity-comfortable
like a Christ parable reduced
to a sound bite
psalm of David
grossly lip synched
grotesquely misunderstood

RENAISSANCE MAN

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female, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Universe

RENAISSANCE MAN
“Deserts of vast eternity.”
Andrew Marvell

counter-intuitive it may be
but when I walk down
the road after
hearing your voice
I feel the cosmic
pull of gravity
sense the degree to which
time is stretched and compressed
according to
relativity
and therewith every
rhythm in my body, every
beat in my heart

you
are dark as the night
the stars are set in

and so many
stars, huge
blue-white stars

and pink ones, our colour,
our sensual, together colour
greater than
the Sun, our little
almost-forgettable Sun
for brightness
and for overwhelming size

in this Universe where
our connection began
eyes, mouths first and
then
every molecule

the sonnets for her
pouring out my pen
(us just
your average run-of
-the-mill dark lady

and her
a little less than word-
worthy
Renaissance man)

SO-CALLED MEN IN BLACK

SO-CALLED MEN IN BLACK

I was enjoying a mocha latte
on the dark side of the Moon
watching aliens prepare
for Earth invasion
from their so-called
secret bases.

The name of the coffee shop
escapes me right now
but I think it is
connected to space, stars and
such like
by deep semiotic resonance
at a metaphoric level.

And anyway, much in the news,
since they threw out (or had
the aliens arrest) four
huge, manly astronauts
for wearing suits of dark colour

talking zero gravity, but
that’s enough to get you killed
if you
don’t stock up on sugar
and take your coffee black.