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Old Age

by

Azra Daniel Francis

The sun is old;
So very old.

Yet every second of its
Multi-billion years
It burns at noontide heat.

Mere blind and worldly ignorance
It is
That turns away from light,
And even in its turn
It turns around
And mindlessly it talks about

A setting sun.


A little child shall lead them.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

World peace. A truly noble vision;
A childlike need with no complication,
For of the child, such is the Kingdom of Heaven.

But when we grow into
Our adulthood,
We let us lose our childhood truth

In ancient holy prophecy:
A child will lead to live in peace
The calf with lion with kid with wolf, and every beast.

The Cut Flower's Vow.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

They think they're cultured and so civilized
To cut me down to bleed for their delight.

And as in fatal pain I agonize,
They gush with glee, "Oh, see the pretty sight!

It was my kind first brought this world to life:
Precambrian weeds deep in primordial seas.

We'll still be here long after their demise.
They're not the first nor last we will survive.

They're just another seasonal disease.

Subliminal rejection?

by

Azra Daniel Francis

"Let there be light!"
God lived in darkness up to then?

God forever being
What is forever right,
In God first truth is dark-complexioned?

Makes sense.

Moreso since
The first sin
Was from that first devil-thing
Named, later, Satan
Who first, by God, in Heaven,
Named Luci-fer: 'Who carries light'.

Why don't they ever return?

by

Azra Daniel Francis

To help a truest living love in lonely pain;
To claim most righteous justice well-deserved;
To simply say, "I'm well. We'll meet again."

Because the genre won't permit
Actors re-enter after their final exit?

Who was the playwright twit
Who wrote this script
So sad an ending so sadly easy to predict?

The very first truth.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

When we believe
That what
By culture
Makes us different
Is of much less importance than
That which
By nature
Makes us all the same,
We will achieve far more
In far less pain.

Deep Impact '05

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Descendants of arrogant builders of failed Babel
In revenge have sucker-punched in the face
A disinterested deity asleep in a Temple.

There is pride to take in this?

Heaven help us
If the hoary belief
In angry gods is not just a myth.

Fraternal twins.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

There's nothing in the sexual act
Not mirrored in the joy of eating.

Too many of us are getting too fat.
We are in serious need of dieting.

God's existence.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Fact or fiction is of no importance
Next to our desperate daily necessity
For personified excellence
In love, compassion, justice, mercy.


Beloved oxymoron.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Intelligent life?
We pride ourselves we're at its pinnacle.
All life kills life
To eat to stay alive.
Intelligent life's a cannibal!
Let's turn our telescope to our third eye
To see if we can find
Intelligence not needing to eat death in order to survive.

Pyrrhic moments.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

You hear that storm-cloud-deafening thunder?
That's God and I going at each other.

You see that all-destructive lightning?
That's God retreating woundedly.

Ultimate eulogy.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Now a star of heavenly brilliance
Whose light forever is eternal evidence,
In God's all-loving holy presence.

Two grains of sand.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Two grains of sand were flung together
In the eye of a desert storm.
The one turned and said to the other,
I think we've met before.
Not being the least amazed
The other said, Yes, I know.
Ten-thousand years ago.
You were the master while I slaved.
What a time we had, you and I,
Cavorting as human life;
You, believing in the power of your boot;
And I in God and Justice and Truth.
As memory stirred, it continued,
Ha! Ha! How we clung to being alive,
As in ignorance we construed
It to be the most precious prize.
Ho! Ho! Guffawed the first.
Merely life was your delusion.
I was a fool a thousand times worse.
I believed I was divinely chosen.
And more they reminisced
Not in joy, nor regret, nor malice,
Until the nomad storm
Flung them eternities apart once more.

Essential irrelevance.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

What size intelligence?
Tyrannosaurus Rex-gigantic,
A hundred-forty million orbits
Planet Earth's almighty terrorist,
And yet did not have a clue
How to not become extinct?
Creepy crawly cockroach-small
With dinosaurs cavorted
In hide-and-seek
As smilingly
As it assimilates our pesticides?
Homo sapiens narcistic-oversized
In diapers barely hiding mooning bums,
A mere two million runs
Around the sun
And yet already
Planet Earth's almighty terrorist
On the brink
Of nuclear self-genocide?

Coward, note.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

How does an English bobby
Know it's a mad doggy?

When it appears to be South Asian
(Like, say, South American Brazilian?)
Running to catch a train in a Subway Station.

Then hunt it; catch it; and without hesitation,
Smash it to the ground
And bullet its brains out
Five times to be certain
It won't trigger imagined detonation
In the presence of pure Caucasian
Englishmen gawking around.

Pyrrhic moments.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

You hear that storm-cloud-deafening thunder?
That's God and I going at each other.

You see that all-destructive lightning?
That's God retreating woundedly.

Ultimate eulogy.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Now a star of heavenly brilliance
Whose light forever is eternal evidence,
In God's all-loving holy presence.

Habeas corpses!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A time in Great Britain to feel great
If you're a racist Caucasian,
Especially if you're a police person!

Every officer officially now 007
Licensed to shoot to kill
Anyone imagined to be South Asian.

If they turn out to have been innocent?
Oh, well,
Sorry, mate.

Shoot-to-kill, no matter mayhap the innocent.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

It's ugly sickness in a nation
When they,
Sworn to noble Service and Protection,
Are obligated
To stoop lowest to splatter splay
The heads of citizens
In broad daylight
Before already terrorized citizens.

And all because of national infections
Incurred by conniving liar politicians.

King Henry 624283.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

That greatest of bards would have served us far better
Had he vented such spleen on poets, as well.

Genetically ilkish misfeasance withal,
No lawyer gave counsel
At whatever mischievous cost
This insensible:

'Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.

Two grains of sand.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Two grains of sand were flung together
In the eye of a desert storm.
The one turned and said to the other,
I think we've met before.
Not being the least amazed
The other said, Yes, I know.
Ten-thousand years ago.
You were the master while I slaved.
What a time we had, you and I,
Cavorting as human life;
You, believing in the power of your boot;
And I in God and Justice and Truth.
As memory stirred, it continued,
Ha! Ha! How we clung to being alive,
As in ignorance we construed
It to be the most precious prize.
Ho! Ho! Guffawed the first.
Merely life was your delusion.
I was a fool a thousand times worse.
I believed I was divinely chosen.
And more they reminisced
Not in joy, nor regret, nor malice,
Until the nomad storm
Flung them eternities apart once more.

No better love.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Your presence is our living proof
Amidst ubiquitous imperfect truths
Humanity's still free to choose
Be best in body and in mind
Inspire deepest hopefulness;
Instill deepest thankfulness
I live in these your times.


Trapped.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Corruption is to power
As wetness is to water.

We cannot help but drink;
But only lips need touch the brink.

And God said.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

I will harden Pharoah's heart!

Good lord, why?

Because goodness in even a gentile
Condemns your egotistic
Bag of childish magic terror tricks
Of frogs and lice and flies,
And making silly serpents out of sticks?

Dangerous love.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

I believe
In God Almighty, Good
Who will raise me
After death to the joys of Heaven.

I believe,
Not because I long for God's Holy Truth,
But only to live
To know you in my life again.

Madiba Mandela!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Fiery rallying call
We live beyond our ethnic prison wall.

Rousing battle cry:
We fight injustice, even when it means we will die!

Israel invades Gaza.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Are we witnessing history repeating itself?
Was it not this same place, myopically sightless
Samson, almighty Israelite no longer hairless,
Killed lots and lots Philistinians for injustices
Brought down and on by himself?

Plato was right!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Don't sleep with poets.

By the light
Of the morning after,
Before you know it,
They've seduced you loving sunrises, sunsets
Spectacular and seemingly romantic
By heavenly rays dancing brilliantly with toxic
Secret agents refracting in polluted atmosphere,
Killing Earth's guardian angel ozone layer,

And condemning us to breathe to suffer
Long before we painfully expire.

Indside the head of a suicide bomber.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Single minded,
Numb to passion
In conviction
Deaf and blinded
To compassion
By voices deemed
From God within
Commanding only them divinely chosen:

'Fear them not, for I have delivered them
Into thy hand;
And all this people and all this land.
Utterly destroy the men
And the women
And the little ones;
And leave none to remain!'

Bombers, suicide ilk and other genus,
Will ever grow among us
As long as there are those of us
Allow us to delude us
A God's utterance
Is of more importance
Than our bystander-murdered children's innocence.

God had better be.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Why should I love supposedly-good-almighty God
More than I love my cat?

When I lost my job,
My cat, not supposedly-good-almighty God,
Clung to me purring me stay sane.

When I lost my home
To an act-of-God storm,
My cat, not supposedly-good-almighty God,
Clung to me purring me stay sane.

In fact,
Whenever this god-awful plan for the Universe
Includes my spiritual pain and hurt,
My cat,
Not supposedly-good-almighty God
Clings to me purring me stay sane.

After my cat dies,
And I eventually ascend to God's Heavenly Paradise,
God had better be a cat. Otherwise--!

Best famous last words.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

We all die for the same reason:
When this body accomplishes
Its self-imposed mission
To evolve bone-and-skin
Into spiritual transfiguration.
If we abort by suicide,
We are trapped
To come back
For another try.
But when we don't give up the fight
To stay alive
Despite injustices and all the lies
By evil gods and evil people equally devised,
And still we die;
It means: 'It is finished;
This body I commit into spirit'
For it has won, gloriously,
Sublimation
Into soul, forever joyously
Free of all corruption
And limitation.

Sarojini

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Sorry.
A word. In itself now means nothing.
Remorse is best fitting
On both sides of our dying.
Join with me
In a new beginning
Now only you may
Initiate.

Raindrops

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Raindrops is my lovely cat.
Not too lean; not too fat.
Inscrutably considers this and that
Daintily traipsing from laptop to lap.
Wholesomely funnier than that mad-hatter
Seuss-wannabe-picasso cat-in-the-hat.
Cutest in every one of her million naps.
And noble, too. So noble, in fact,
Among her friends, not a single rat.

University elegy.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Even as you
Are reading this,
Be quite assured
Behind conniving academic
Committee doors
On a University Campus
Nearest U,
Professors professing
Teaching-learning
Perfectionists,
Are debauching in illicit,
Degenerate
Personal and professional ethics:
Incestuous research scholarship;
Biblically and otherly
Unclean sodomy;
Racist malice
Pettishly childish;
Adulterous
Spouse-swapping trysts.
And all in exquisitely democratic
Protocol cooking up whatever whets
Their sneering slanderous
Herpes simplex licked
Liar lips
Sauce-tipped
With one another's finger-food dips
Of mutual venereal vomits.

When Freud's slip's our only underwear.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

We run for pubic office
To be hypocritically infected
By secret harlots
So that we may reprehend evilly
Even those who do not gloat
With us.
Butt once in orifice
We sexploit poopholes of whores
To serve our selfish private ends,
Excretively abusing tax-free jerks
That cum with such officious positions.

Come home safely.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Discovery;
Heroically.
Never have so many
Looked to the heavens hopefully,
Breathless prayerfully.
Come home safely.

Find her, Aruba!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Find Natalie! Now! Not sooner
Or later!
You have no choice in the matter!
This entire
Hemisphere
Demands the closure!
One way or the other,
Please, Aruba,
You have to find her.

Counting sheep. And skeletons.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Why is it every
Otherwise happy family
Has skeletons in the closet
And black sheep in the flock?
Because everyone refrains
From telling our children
The family's conscious sins,
And so with ignorance
We curse them
To become next generation's
Non-white sheepish
Skeletons locked banished,
Hanging, lynched,
In ashamed
Darkness?

Non-believers need not apply.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

The rest of us
Must stop committing sin
In feeling sadness
When loved ones die
To go to Heaven.
Grief at good ones dying
Is the undeniable genetic atheist
In all of us,
Congenital peter-deniers
Forever tempting us
Be lucifer-liars
Despite God standing there right next to us.

Must be something cowardly

by

Azra Daniel Francis

About good. What other explanation can there be
For there being
So much evil
When there's such
A large majority
Of good people?

God's gentility.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Abram was God's Chosen.
So Abram didn't think he needed God's Permission
For Sarai his wife to be dishonest for him
And lie to Gentiles she was his sibling.
So Abram's God whispered kindly to the good king
Of Gerar, an uncircumcised non-semite heathen,
To save him from God's Chosen's sin.

No greater love.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Your beauty is so great a temptation
To turn my eyes away from Heaven
Since nowhere else in all Creation
Is more inspiring Perfection.

David's other Goliath.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

In the front line of God's defences
King David must cross to enter Heaven
Will stand God's other chosen champion,
Uriah, the Hittite,
A most loyal soldier ordered to fight
At a point in the battle
Ensured he would be killed
That the criminal lust of the Bethlehemite
Might royally abuse the cries
Of a widowed wife!

To a pretty atheist.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Within themselves our gods have no existence.
Only there where life serves goodness
Gods come into being in humble omnipotence.
This truest bond that's holding us together
Across nations and continents
Creates the God of Loyal Friendliness
Will bless our friendship far beyond forever.

The war of worlds forever.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

In times of pregnancy.
Between progressively esthetic-seeking Culture,
And despotic atavistic Biology.
The first extols it time of truest beauty
Of nation, parents, religion, family.
The other couldn't care less
About: the utter ugliness
In vomitting before and after
And, god forbid, into your breakfast;
In discomforting deformity of eye-sore posture;
In, at the consummation, every jaw-dropped stranger
Gawking boggling deep and ever deeper---!
(Oh, for heaven's sake! Let's not even go there!)

Friendship: obverse.

by

Azra Daniel Francis


Not ever having to say:

"It was wrong. I knew.
I told you not to do it;
But you did it
Anyway.

What was I to do?
Ignore your right to be responsibly free
And handcuff you to me?"

Friendship: reverse.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Not ever daring to claim:

"You have to help me!
You're my friend!
I'm sorry I committed a crime!

But just this once, please!
I promise
I'll never put you on the spot like this again!"

Death penalty no deterrent?

by

Azra Daniel Francis


For a convicted child molester?

Bastard won't do it again!
Ever!

Is there safety for our children
Surer

The degenerate will never
Be imprisoned a repeat offender
Again, and again, and again---?

Death penalty is barbaric!

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Barbaric's frequently the healthiest way:
Obligatory bathroom business since before our Stone Age;
Snot in handkerchief politely tucked away;
Middle-finger exploration of the prostate,
Yukkkkkkkkkkk!

In Flanders fields. An update.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

In Afghan fields the poppies are grown
To be refined into heroin

To finance dealers peddling
Drug addiction;

To finance religions of world terrorism
Killing
Our world's children;

And to pay
The politicians
To look the other way.

A world sadness.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Today, a daughter
Treated as less than her brother
By her mother.

Tomorrow, will herself become
A mother treats her daughter
As less than her son.

This criminal cycle will end
Not through men,
But only when women
Stand firm
Against fathers,brothers,mothers, sons.

Scourge of the Earth.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Forget Attila the Hun.
Forget Yersinia Pestis Black Death bacterium.

Think blue-eyed fair-skinned Aryans
Marauding Ancient Caspian-Aral-Caucasians
Illiterate carnivorous racist barbarians.

Morons couldn't read or write.
Plunder and robbery through bloody might
Their only belief in what is right.

Urban vermin-learning.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

The out-of-town resident
University student
Against whom
Not even heaven
Can provide neighbourhood protection.

Loudly drunken
Brazen louts;
Officious vampires on moonlees weekends.

Brashy men;
Trashy women,
Vomiting, pissing,
Defecating about
Unwanted pregnancies in wanton
Campus proliferation,
Venereal diseases of every infectious complexion,
All proudly professed proper passage rites;

Insisting in perverted righteous indignation
Outrageous bestialities are inalienable rights
Of democratically-sanctioned
Freedoms of expression.

Tax-paying home owners in wise capitulation,
Hastily sell, and scoot out.

Everything to me.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Nobody is ever nothing.

And yet nobody escapes the feeling.

With you loving me closer in my increasing pain,
I'm not anymore a nothing nobody.

I count for something
In your arms every time.

Material matters.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

All of tangible nature
In us
And around us
Is metaphor
For the intangible spirit-world in us
And around us.

The light from a matchstick flame,
Hard Physics tells us,
Lives forever
Long after
The fire
Itself has died out
For all eternity.

Commonsense tells us
The same
Is true about
This soul in this body.

Love nuts.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Only the insane say "Crazy nut."

The best loyal friend of the heart, the Walnut,
The original luvnut.

Cancer is crushed by the courageous Cashew nut.

Bad, bad cholesterol's not tolerated by the Almond nut.

Mighty anti-oxidants romp around in the lowly Peanut.

See? God created nothing healthier than his nuts.

Wish everyone I care about were nuts.

Hooray!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A child prostitute died today,

Despite dozens of Golden Ages
Of dozens of World Civilizations,

A child prostitute died today.

The rest of us lived oblivious
In those last moments she convulsed
Into her murdering unfeeling eternity.

A child prostitute died today.

Hooray.

Now we can go on living conscience-free.
Not our fault the little thing was such a disgrace
To our top-of-the-food-chain specie!

Child prostitutes are murdered every day.

Jesus, less than I Am.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

The Faith of Jesus,
my Messiah,
In our Omniscient God
Was less,
Far less
Than mine.

my Christ
Had daily miracles
And many Ancient Prophecies
To Prove our God
Was on His Side.

But what have i
To justify my faith
When every day
i try to live
According to my God's
Almighty Truth

And yet each day
my God Omnipotent lets
Slimy bastard racist hordes
In others and among my own
Succeed in sticking
It to me
Until my very sanity

B-E-G-I-N-S T-O B-R-E-A-K?

For just a day, good god!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

To be Almighty God
For just a day!
One short and tiny single day.

I don't need six
So long
They'd make me need to rest.

Good god!
The Things I'd do:

The liar's tongue
I'd make
The liar's instant gibbet noose!

Old age, and illness, procreation, injury, and death
Would be no more.

I'd be a God
That didn't need
These inefficient
Ugly, childish, stupid ways
To serve
My Greater Plans;

Still less
To serve
My True though single-day Divinity.

Best wishes for all.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

If only
I had been a god
Almighty-powered.
Man!
What a god I would have been.

More loving than the gods
Who rob
The infant child
Of life
While yet within the mother's womb;

Maturer than the gods
Who need to prove their truth
By letting evil be;

Not spitefully a god
So jealous
Loves to keep
Humanity in painful
Ignorance.

Oh, yeah,
Man,
What a god
I would have been
If only I had been
A god
Almighty-powered.

Challenge.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Extinguish me,
Almighty God,
That no one,
Nothing
Here that was
Or is to come
Will ever know
I lived.

And from Your Mind as well,
Especially,
My God,
Extinguish me.

If I believed
There could be
Other gods to choose,
I would abandon You
With glee without regret.

Unfortunately,
I believe in You
And only You.

But I cannot accept
Your Need
For all the cruelty,
Unfairness,
Evil
In this world
You've made.

I can't;
I don't;
I won't
Believe a God
All-powereful
All-knowing
Could not come up with a
Fairer
Kinder
Way to serve
All-loving truth.

Extinguish me,
Almighty God.

And, please, my God,
Right now;
Forevermore.

And yes, too,
Retroactively
Eternally.

Epitaph promise.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

My friends,
All two or three of you,
Take heart
For we shall meet again.
I promise you.

My enemies,
You countless hordes of filth
With super powers
In this sorry life,

Be warned!
I've made arrangements.

We will meet again.
Oooohhhh, yessss!
We will!

I promise you!

Twins

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Beliefs
About some people
Selling souls to devils,

Are a pile of crap!

I know.
I try each day.
And every day.

To date
There've been no takers.

All I ask for in return
Is just a little food
Each day
Just once a day
Just for my little grubby self.

(To hell with starving
Mother, brothers, sisters.
They have souls themselves to sell.)

Great Lucifer
Cannot afford to part
With just a little food
Just once a day?

A half a fruit?
Perhaps?
A half a slice of week-old
Mouldy bread?
Perhaps?

I know his co-conspirator,
Almighty God,
Cannot.

The first Passover.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

In Eden
When the woman
Was bypassed, stepped over
For the man.

In a woman is the completion
Of life, while the man
Mere bystander
Faints to the floor in impotence.

So? Wherein's the wisdom
In creating Adam
First? Unless to suppress
The real Truth about those Trees in the Garden?

Our Father and His Begotten only Son
Have been in charge these thousands
Years, and look at the unholy mess
Our dear, dear planet Earth is in.

The time has come
For the Greater Second Coming:

Our Saviour in God our Mother's
Begotten only Daughter
From Immaculate Conception
To crucifixion millions
Of times each day the world over
Through agonies of giving birth to our children;

Life really, real-ly born again, again, again---.

Collateral damage.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Lot's wife was turned to salt
Because she looked back.

Where was the crime
Looking back one last time?
Where was the sinful fault
In her being sad at
Leaving a home
Which by God's own admission
Through Angels' Presence,
Was the only good one
Left in a degenerate nation?

What? God did not have smart bombs
Among his weapons
Of mass destruction
He nine-elevened down on
Middle-East Gomorrah-Saddam?

The snake's Jesus connection.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

That brazen snake in the garden
Said, 'Take. Eat.'
Robbed us of all hope.

Just before He went into the garden,
Jesus said, "Take. Eat."
Gave us all hope.

The snake, in the Wilderness of Moses,
Lifted high
We are told
"Was a figure of Christ Crucified."
Our Everlasting hope.

The eclipse of Orpheus.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

In musical geniuses:
Haylie-Tania-GayYee-Eos.
Euterpe's daughters.

Prodigies of Zeus
Sent to us
From High Olympus

To play us
Music of the Spheres
So deeply penetrating souls

Within our bodies' walls,
We bond in dancing resonance
With real infinity itself.

Don't listen to Bond music

by

Azra Daniel Francis

If you have work-deadlines.

The heavenly playing
Of these Divine Dervishes
Will seduce
You so profoundly into inward space,
Time itself ceases to exist.

Not conducive
To good work-ethics.

Poetry's

by

Azra Daniel Francis

In a dance pattern
Of thought
In passion,

To a progression
Of rhythmic meaning,
To a tune, wrought

By inspiration, playing
By premeditated intuition.

S.P.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



You've gone forever. I'm so sad;
But why? You became so bad.

My life would have
Been that much happier had
You not entered it
And, at first, so gladdened it.

The world, too. Perhaps.

Music.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



No dynamic
Reaches as deep
Into spirit.

Falling asleep
To melody
Is the healingest happening.

Don't think about it.
Don't anything about it.

Understanding does less than nothing
For the joy in harmony;
Like the science of biology
Searching for the soul's anatomy.

Bond's "Explosive".

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Azra Daniel Francis

Like a festival
Of fireworks
When an aimed
Ballistic flame
Ignites an ocean
Of gasoline;

Like that First Big-Bang explosion
Gave us every single thing
In our Creation.

Talking in Music.

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Azra Daniel Francis

At worst, disruptively egotistic.
At best, inesthetic poor taste.

Salt in sugar;
Ketchup in chocolate;
Vinegar in vermouth;
Cayenne in cake;
Water in wine;
Horseradish in halvah.
Et cetera.

Eternity+1.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

An atheist said to me:

"Wouldn't it be
Tiresome to spend eternity
Singing 'Holy, Holy, Holy'"?

I replied:

"Only if the sum
Of God were not
Eternity-plus-one;

Only if each 'Holy'
Did not
Add a new Eternity each time."

Congenital parasite.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Loneliness.

The anopheles
Infects the healthy
Need to be
By oneself

Alone as often as we please.

Murderer of Dumbledore!

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Writers of poetic fiction stories
Who lovingly
Gestate good characters
To then
Kill them
Cruelly,

Are no different from mental mothers
Who kill their own
Beautiful babies!

Have Ginny Weasley
Watch your back, Harry Potter!

Your creator,
Polyjuice inebriated,
Is a sickly-self-created
Demented demento Death Eater!

Hex her
To never
Again deliver
In order
To murder

Her own
Children!

Lucifer's self-abreaction.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

After its self-esteem first fall
From Heaven
(Like lightning),

It attempts self-healing
Through voodoo-dolls
Self-image creations:
Adam and Eve in Eden,

But found no escape
From its second fall
(Because of its true-self congenital
Snake-like evil)
Into eventual Death-oblivion.

In the likeness of Lucifer:
Each time we die
It dies.

In the likeness of Lucifer.
Hence why
We so devilishly lie
With such designed delight.

Blasphemous love.

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Azra Daniel Francis



Our love was true
Holiest perfection.

I worshipped you;
I told you;
You knew.

You stole off in midnight
Soft secret desertion.

God,
Your accomplice
In crime,
Came to a Decision,
'For I'm
A jealous
God',

To remove
God's
Competition.

It is finished!

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Azra Daniel Francis



What was finished?
What accomplished?

At the foot of the cross in full erection,
The Christ looking on in impotent indignation,
Holy priests for countless generations,
In impiously mocking genuflections,
Boy-buggering
Silently suffering
Children

Of whom "Such is the kingdom of heaven."

And now sinful Sodom (in defiance again
Wagging its head at God's biblical destruction)
Demanding ecumenical recognition,

Is sacerdotally being given
Blessed-sacramental benediction!

It is finished?

Only if you meant, Jesus Christian,
"Extinguished!
This species beneath redemption!"

Racism.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Forbidden thing
We're still eating

In our garden
Of Eden,

Willingly ignoring
A second fall coming.

Again we're not heeding
The word in the beginning

Warned against a suffering
We're bent on repeating.

Tamar.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Her brother
Seduced her
And raped her.

Her father,
Her king, ignored her.

Her God almighty deserted her.

It's time, before her
God, her father,
We adore her,
Beatify her.

And on the anniversary of her
God-inflicted shame, we ignore her
Gutless father;

And above her
All-knowingly insensitive God, the entire
Day, we worship her,

Our first virgin-mother.

For men only.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Woman's step-mother Nature's force primordial.
Man's the baby's toy, necessarily incidental.

And when the manipulating mother twists the girl
Each month into a self-destructive hurricane,
No living thing can change her aim.

Grab a few essentials;
Head for the hills

Until the jealous mother lullabies
Again her most beautiful step-child
Into delusion she cannot possibly get by
Without a man in her life.

A pinch of naughty.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A required spice
Makes romantic love especially nice.

Fingers and lips and tongues and looks
Let into forbidden crannies and nooks.

Caveat venditor.

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Azra Daniel Francis

When we want someone romantically to care
And yet
We play hard-to-get,

We're no different from the vendor
Who prices too high
And then goes bankrupt
Because nobody comes to buy.

For men only.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Woman's step-mother Nature's force primordial.
Man's the baby's toy, necessarily incidental.

And when the manipulating mother twists the girl
Each month into a self-destructive hurricane,
No living thing can change her aim.

Grab a few essentials;
Head for the hills

Until the jealous mother lullabies
Again her most beautiful step-child
Into delusion she cannot possibly get by
Without a man in her life.

A pinch of naughty.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A required spice
Makes romantic love especially nice.

Fingers and lips and tongues and looks
Let into forbidden crannies and nooks.

Caveat venditor.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

When we want someone romantically to care
And yet
We play hard-to-get,

We're no different from the vendor
Who prices too high
And then goes bankrupt
Because nobody comes to buy.

For men only.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Woman's step-mother Nature's force primordial.
Man's the baby's toy, necessarily incidental.

And when the manipulating mother twists the girl
Each month into a self-destructive hurricane,
No living thing can change her aim.

Grab a few essentials;
Head for the hills

Until the jealous mother lullabies
Again her most beautiful step-child
Into delusion she cannot possibly get by
Without a man in her life.

A pinch of naughty.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A required spice
Makes romantic love especially nice.

Fingers and lips and tongues and looks
Let into forbidden crannies and nooks.

Caveat venditor.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

When we want someone romantically to care
And yet
We play hard-to-get,

We're no different from the vendor
Who prices too high
And then goes bankrupt
Because nobody comes to buy.

Charlize Theron.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Nonpareil, par excellence
Oscar performer
Denies being "actress";
Wants to be "actor".

So, when you become best mother,
Charlize, you going to deny being "mommy"
In order to be called "daddy"?

Lovely Koli grand daughter.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

Natasha Albuquerque.

So bent
On being best at good work
Has no time to be spent
To sit and small-talk

With her Aahjoubah, lonely;
Her one; her only.

But that's okay,
Little Koli laadaki,
Yours is righteous neglect.

Even with its pain,
It's the only kind
It's lovingly kind
To encourage and to accept.

In Beethoven's image.

by

Azra Daniel Francis



Composed his unexcelled best
When he went stone-deaf.

As listening to Ludwig's symphonies:
Sight to superlative beauty?

Then God almighty was born-blind
When creating you came into mind.

Peter Townshend.

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Azra Daniel Francis

Greatest Who in the Who's-Who of Rock-'n-Roll.
Its Moses leading it to the Promised Band.
Its battle slogan, first command:
"If it's too loud, you're too old!"

Hence,
Peter Townshend
Rocked himself
To deaf
To be Rock-'n-Roll's Peter Pan.

Abel and Cain.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A priest is restricted
To what God wants.

A poet is licensed
To question God's wants.

Abel wasn't wanting,
In the eyes of God;
Abel was murdered
While God looked on.

Cain was wanting,
In the eyes of God;
Cain was rewarded
With a Nod from God.

Tennyson extended.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,"

In these the twilight years of this our life,
Most peacefully triumphantly fulfilled,
For which to those we owe a lot, and must
Give thanks to boastful beauties jilted us,
Who now are so far less, and by so much.

No-heroes-mid-east war.

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Azra Daniel Francis

Helen of Illium
Cheated on her husband,
Abandoned her children;

Ran off to Paris,
Prince of Troy, a virgin boy,
All his brains in his balls and penis.

Immoral Trojan kings
Died defending the royal crime.

Lusty Hellenic kings
Died to repo their willingly concupiscent concubine.

No heroes either in the rank and file
On either side
Honestly gave their lives
For a cause of criminal lies!

Rahjiz Pillay.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

First-ever female Othello.
Good chance, too, best Moor, ever.

Demonstrates that women, too, are gullible
As utterly well
To false-friend liars like Iago.

Also, your idea pointely better
Than genius playwright Shakespeare's:

Othello, not her husband, murder Emilia;
(Poet's licence allows historical facts juggled.)

Already we have too many wife-killers.

Ambivalence on Patmos.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

A word is a prison
Through the bars of which, passion,
Intention, stare, longing for freedom.

Is it not, then,
Quite absurd,
(And, quite probably certain,
The first original sin):

"In the beginning was the Word",

Since 'God is a Spirit,
And they that worship Him,
In truth and spirit
Must worship Him.'?

Spits at selling plastic poppies.

by

Azra Daniel Francis

My grandmother. African.
Orphan
At 17 at Alamein.

Unofficial Black watergirl
To Montgomery's boys
For 2 years up to '42.

Running a gauntlet,
Leaky bucket in her clutches,
Had a foot
Chewed up
By a sneaky-buried Nazi mine.

She asks:

How peddling little plastic flower toys
Can call to mind
Heroes in their dying gasps,
Twisting throes to get their claws
On even a whisper of wetness
From a crippled foreign girl
Blinded by tears muddied by a blistering desert.

My granny spits
At selling plastic poppies for Remembrance!