Tuesday, November 26, 2013

EVERYTHING I TOUCH

EVERYTHING I TOUCH 
© Farouk Asvat


Everything I touch
Bruises me

Everything that caresses me
Taints me
With the scent of death:

            So much blood
            Is wasted in youth
            That cannot be gathered
            Into the hands of wisdom




© farouk asvat


composed: 04.09.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

Everything I Touch was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p35, 2006).




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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

THE BURGUNDY ROSE

THE BURGUNDY ROSE 
© Farouk Asvat


The burgundy rose of my love burns
Into a festering wound
The bloodied roses of my revolution
Decay into dark bouquets of death:

            Weeds never wither
            They linger
            Like wreaths of despair
            Broken bones in winter




© farouk asvat


composed: 16.06.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

                        (10th commemoration of 16 June 1976).

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

The Burgundy Rose was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p34, 2006).




© farouk asvat.  All rights reserved.

Farouk Asvat asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

No part of this publication may be reproduced by any means whatsoever, or transmitted in any form or any means whatsoever, mechanical or electronic, including recording, printing, photocopying, or via any computerised means or media, including the internet.  This publication shall also not be stored in a retrieval system.  And the writing shall not be sold, lent, hired, resold or circulated in any form or binding or cover other than that in which it is published,
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

GLASS

GLASS 
© Farouk Asvat


Shattered pane
Lies in the dusty street:
            The looking glass of youth
            The mirror of adolescent confidence
            And the windowpane of winter coziness
Lies crunched in the gravel

As the broken soles
Of schoolchildren flee
The arrogant boots
Of earnest policemen




© farouk asvat


composed: 27.08.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

Glass was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p33, 2006).




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No part of this publication may be reproduced by any means whatsoever, or transmitted in any form or any means whatsoever, mechanical or electronic, including recording, printing, photocopying, or via any computerised means or media, including the internet.  This publication shall also not be stored in a retrieval system.  And the writing shall not be sold, lent, hired, resold or circulated in any form or binding or cover other than that in which it is published,
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

THE FRONT DOOR

THE FRONT DOOR 
© Farouk Asvat


            This emblem of character
            This portal for lovers
            Is a skimpy friend,
            This husher of squabbles
            This barrier against thugs
            Is a flimsy divide
            - Not made of T'zitzikama imbuia
              But blue painted pinewood:
              Skewed planks fitted together
              Decorated with an old brass knob -
            It is poor against the wind
            And at keeping out drunks;
            But still I close it
            Against the icy scalpels of winter
            Against the windy songs of August
            Against the earthy smell of the rains
            Where worlds can be reduced
            To designer homes.

But now
This welcome barricade
Is also an invasion
Expecting a knock at anytime:
A familiar face
Inviting you to a holiday in prison
Or a comrade
Bringing you a friendly death threat




© farouk asvat

composed: 05.06.1986 [Alexandra, Johannesburg, South Africa under apartheid]

            for Lionel Abrahams in Alexandra Township




[] Acknowledgements:

The Front Door was previously published in:

                The Wind Still Sings Sad Songs (piquant publications, p32, 2006).




© farouk asvat.  All rights reserved.

Farouk Asvat asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

No part of this publication may be reproduced by any means whatsoever, or transmitted in any form or any means whatsoever, mechanical or electronic, including recording, printing, photocopying, or via any computerised means or media, including the internet.  This publication shall also not be stored in a retrieval system.  And the writing shall not be sold, lent, hired, resold or circulated in any form or binding or cover other than that in which it is published,
without the prior permission of the author in writing.

Permission to publish or reproduce the writings in any format can be obtained from the author.

Reproduction of this work without permission, except for scholarly purposes,
is liable to a payment of 10, 000 ren men bi or US$ 1,500.

farouk asvat can be contacted at:                                  farouk.asvat@gmail.com



[] please check out my blogs @:

faroukasvat-poems.blogspot.com/

faroukasvat-viewpoint.blogspot.com/

faroukasvat-lingo.blogspot.com/

piquantpublications.blogspot.com/


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FAROUK ASVAT - Twitter [for the latest list of poems & essays published]


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