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In the seventies
we brought back silks and saris
hot with colours
that shocked the nights
Punjabi embroidery
on cheesecloth kaftans
mirror glittered skirts
that were spun with light
Kashmiri shawls
and Afghani dancing dresses
arms full of bracelets
silver and brass
enameled and etched
and singing with ***
rings of Ivory, sapphire and jet
necklaces of jade and threaded apple seeds
rain forest timber bowls
white marble boxes from Agra
with precious inlay stones
our little Taj Mahals
we wandered the globe
like a magical village
of lovers and
and came back
with backpacks of dreaming
and hope.


© M.L.Emmett
The world is like a pizza.
Circle w/ a crust.
Pepperoni rocks, tomato water
Leaves of pepper greens
Some pineapple trees
And land of cheese!
The core of pizza saver,
Mountains of Olives!

The rain of saliva's
Coming in!
And some tornado stomach
Striking free!

Please deliver the world to me!
The brochures, it's making me hungry!
When other's already got
A slice of it.
While some,
Are now tired of it.
When what you want to express
But cannot tell,
Is metaphorically penned,
By the same poets,
Who loves poetry,
To find themselves.

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