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 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Engines of disuse
disguised

draw strongly
I

sail
smaller in presumption
taller

craftier
in my

time as if it is
mine


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 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Have I
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Have I grown weak
in this
time

Can I write as well
from angst's
absence

Sandwiched 'tween
you an' me
these lines

Mine read backwards
upstream
yours spill freely

down
in my imagination
runny

Outside the lines
lashes on my ears
flutter

The top
of a new layer
is revealed

and we
are deeper
than ever

wherever
there are
depths

this is
broad spectrum
poetry here


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 Feb 2019 Lisa
Sparkle in Wisdom
.

Do I have a tongue,
Can I speak too?
In this strange world,
Am I a human too?

Do I have a heart,
Can I live too?
In this strange land,
Am I alive too?

In the midst of Oblivion,
I search my visions,
I once used to dream,
As a young teenager,
In Sea of Paro s
I try to remember,
The faces of people
I had once lived with
Father, mother, brother
Of all those people
I had once called family.

I came here as girl,
I am shared in the family,
I born plenty children,
I am sold and re-sold
In and around
To any men who
Can afford to buy,
I am kept but
Seldom married,
Each street have
it's own paro,
They all have
But the same story.

After some years
I cease to exist,
For the people
Who bought me
I am an old cattle
Who no longer
give them pleasure,
I am now a burden
A liability soon
To be shedded..

They don't throw
me though,
They leave me alone
In a small room,
I have become a mother
Of a girl or two
I have new family
But no identity
fits me ever,
When I come here
I became a Paro,
When my times up
I die a Paro!!

Paro is short for
Pardesi, a foreigner,
I am the girl
Bought for men
From another land
Into there land,
To born son's
For there motherland.

This is ordeal of
A soul that once lived,
Now it's just a body
With no role,
No fiction this
It's a real story
A reality of some
Distant land !!

That land for you
Is so very strange
Where eight young man
**** a pregnant goat!
And the strangest
thing is they
go away and
Roam scot free..!!

Soon the elders in the village
Will have a big meet,
They will give compensation
To the owner of the goat,
And free from the sin
There precious young boys
The martyred goat
Will also have new name,
And so it will soon
Be christened to
A new species of
"Paro"-
a first of it's kind
A Welcome from
an animal world!!

And so I ask again
Do I really exist?
What form of life
Do I have here?
In this strange land
Are they human too??
Does even a little atleast
A thing called
Humanity exist???

Sparkle in Wisdom.
1/8/2018.
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/mar/07/india-girls-women-trafficked-brides-******-domestic-slavery

Wrote this poem after reading this article.
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Mouth
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
I sure wish
you'd uv
come over
today

but I think
I told you
not to
bother

Have I explained
how smart I am



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 Feb 2019 Lisa
Kevin
drink
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Kevin
i know why i'm a drunk
i know why i drink
that first drink always equalizes
sets the world right
the next two, five, or eight
is the chase

towards feeling good.
towards feeling happy.
towards feeling high.

which is why i hate love;
it's like drinking every day; all day.
hoping to never feel the hangover.

it takes work
it's hard
it's evolution in real time.

but i know if i drink
i can just drink
and be fine.

love is not guaranteed.
especially not if you drink.
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Inflate
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Do you inflate
your pain?

For attention
or art?

Lips to the
plastic ******

blow
hard




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 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
Smiles
On my face

I don't think
It's just

The alcohol
And drugs

It may not
be poetic

To be
Deliriously

Happy
for a moment

So

For your sake
I'll say it's sandwiched

'Tween episodes
of soul biting

angst
It's not tho

it's just
I've decided



Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
If the universe begs
will you lay down

with me
and hold

as if
love

as if
passion

as if
future

held sunshine
little rain

as if
you

as if
me

as if
all doesn't run down

n e way
as if

who doesn't love
entropy

yeah


copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 Feb 2019 Lisa
Dennis Willis
I'm writing sideways
So I can use these lines
As a windscreen
From the blowback
From ratting
The universe out

I think we're a hernia
Erupted from some other place
A bent band
erupting in matter
of fact
I'm right

So there

Unsupposed
to be
we are

Do we live
on the friction's...
Are we...

Aye there's the rub




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