O go! go! go!
Many Kumuls have gone with
A quiet song and now
Inhabit their solitary where
Silence is dead and
Darkness is imprisoned.

If ye should leave,
Would not the maggots,
Upon you joyously feast?

While twist in dance and
Turn to show their full bellies
Then excrete and piss
Thereupon and continue?

Wonderful men have this path taken!
What path different and nobler
Would you take?

By: Jeffrey Febi 26th April, 2011


Inside the POM General Hospital

O ye grey house! Inside this huge grey,
Doped by odours that baffled my nose,
Beheld I the consequences of sin.
At a glance gentle, determined I many
Rows of dilapidated hardware arranged
On steel platforms; painted in pain and
A host of pain and anxiety.
Discerned I at once as they turn and twist,
Beautiful wrecks like overripe tomatoes in
Gardens forsaken by water and light.
Next, idly watching fading glimmers,
Hardware remnants harassed my appetite.
Then the companions of birds at dawn!
Pale and inanimate as rocks, yet adorable;
Who’d dare watch emotions wet their cheeks?
Like endless tunnels of despair, their gazes,
Broke down the flood gates of my heart.
O what a waste of glorious work of art!
Dark and lonely cells of earth! ye are
Salivating over their anticipated arrivals.
Must I pray that in pensive mood, when
My own companion of birds watches I
Through a beautiful eye without a lens;
I shan’t with glimpses of this house wrestle,
Nor its olfactory scars once more breathe.

By: Jeffrey Febi 29 Mar 2010

Guess where I come from

She flirts with the sun

after the shadow.

And he only smirks,
she can’t feel love,
so the clouds daily weep.In her turbulent childhood,
Purari she raised
on a Crater of old, where
gems gleam at night.
And her beloved husband,
with one leg stands guard,
scanning over her curves
With an eye that never shuts.

And in his mighty one hand,
He embraces a daughter.
An evergreen green gold
Whose masses of berries
load grey branches heavy
and colour them optimistic
green, delightful yellow,
then rosy red.

But berries can’t fly,
nor walk.
So they sleep,
for the sun’s charm is meagre,
until they too
set with the sun.
Never to rise again!

By: Jeffrey Febi          12 Nov 2009

This poem was first published in the National Weekender, then on PNG Attitude (asopa.typepad.com)

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