#lioncity - Hello Poetry

Electric sun twirls its lava skirt. Slammed woks. Peanuts, chilli, limes and oil Feeding him its lunch. Shelter to chilli cheeks and peppercorn faces. The air can't move its obese body to the rivers for a dip. Darkness is hard with sturdy edges. Curtains made of invisible beads and threads hang over the night in silence. They spill against the concrete under rough hooves and feet For the night falls like tight heavy lids. Dusk is a bruised tunnel of vision. Candlelit giants blinking rapidly. You don't speak For the night is never empty The silence never lonely Stampede of restlessness surrounding Grinning from squint to squint Raising embraces and chance encounters They scream loudly to frighten the dawn.

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC

DarjeelingT

Roots

Electric sun twirls its lava skirt. Slammed woks. Peanuts, chilli, limes and oil Feeding him its lunch. Shelter to chilli cheeks and peppercorn faces. The air can't move its obese body to the rivers for a dip. Darkness is hard with sturdy edges. Curtains made of invisible beads and threads hang over the night in silence. They spill against the concrete under rough hooves and feet For the night falls like tight heavy lids. Dusk is a bruised tunnel of vision. Candlelit giants blinking rapidly. You don't speak For the night is never empty The silence never lonely Stampede of restlessness surrounding Grinning from squint to squint Raising embraces and chance encounters They scream loudly to frighten the dawn.

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Cumin queuing Exchanged by the fiery springs It flew away blowing When the chill was as willed as the obtrusive sky Made of cranes running Up and down until it is down below the hips. How one would crave the distinguished dish severely Whose aroma is everything you have heard singly The pearl-like freckles beneath its wings Tastes like heaven-human savagely beating alive Increasing one's height and appetite. Oily hands that grip your heart, Slippery slides of the familiar coconut.

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC

DarjeelingT

Hawk-eyed Appetite

Cumin queuing Exchanged by the fiery springs It flew away blowing When the chill was as willed as the obtrusive sky Made of cranes running Up and down until it is down below the hips. How one would crave the distinguished dish severely Whose aroma is everything you have heard singly The pearl-like freckles beneath its wings Tastes like heaven-human savagely beating alive Increasing one's height and appetite. Oily hands that grip your heart, Slippery slides of the familiar coconut.

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We eat in the restaurants Eat in the bars By the bistros Against the street or on the ground It does not matter where we are found As we eat like we are dancing With no one around Who could possibly be watching? Inside your own home A house of a lone star Impossibly pondering How the pauper used wood And turned it into cooking. Food can be shared for A life once cared for Kept to yourself Perhaps you beg not to share it An octagon plate and octagon jades Caramel vinegar rain Tossing and turning with lightning veins.

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Oct 13, 2018

Oct 13, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC

DarjeelingT

Food Courted

We eat in the restaurants Eat in the bars By the bistros Against the street or on the ground It does not matter where we are found As we eat like we are dancing With no one around Who could possibly be watching? Inside your own home A house of a lone star Impossibly pondering How the pauper used wood And turned it into cooking. Food can be shared for A life once cared for Kept to yourself Perhaps you beg not to share it An octagon plate and octagon jades Caramel vinegar rain Tossing and turning with lightning veins.

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