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PINOCCHIO

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I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real
To feel things
Feel joy
Feel pain
Feel the rain tickle my
Skin on those perfect days
That seemed to be made
Just for me to sit and
Let my mind wander
Into the dreaminess at the
Bottom of a pot of Gold
At a rainbow’s edge

I wanted to feel
Feel the texture of your
Hair between my fingers
And feel you quiver as I
Dig my fingernails into the
Nape of your neck in those
Moments when pleasure overrides
All other senses in our beings

I would sit and pretend
That I knew what it felt
Like to feel tingles run
Up and down my spine
When he would touch
The small of my back just
To say I’m still here
How safe and content I
Would feel in that moment
Of pureness

I wanted to feel
The mythical butterflies that
Have been said to flap their
Wings in the depths of lovers’
Stomachs in time to the
Rhythmical music of their
Heartbeats
To capture one and
Have long intimate
Conversations about true love
And why it is such a rare
And endangered creature
And together we would hunt
Down its killers and torture
Them slowly
Stab them in their soulless pits
For as many broken hearts as this
World has known.

I wanted to feel
But what the bystanders never
Tell you, as they watch the
Blue Fairy wave her magic wand
Over you and all the
Fairy dust settles and the giddiness
And elation start to become a
Home you are now accustomed to
Is that feeling hurts like heaven
There is no notice about how after
You get your heart, wrapped in
A gold silk bag with drawstrings
Woven from angel hair,
The blind cat and lame fox will
Try to steal them from you
And they will fight you
Until you have nothing left
But those angel hairs lodged
Between your teeth in
Your attempts to hold on
To your most prized
And new possession

No one says to you as a
Word of warning that even
After the gift has been stolen
From you and shattered into a
Thousand and five pieces
You can still feel the pangs and
Picking in the gaping hole left there
No one tells you anything because
No one wants to be damned alone

I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real, to feel
Now I wish it would stop

UNLEARN YOU

I want to unlearn you
Fast
No longer remember how the
Speed of your pulse races with
Mine when we hold hands
And our fingers interlock perfectly
Like delicate lace
Fingers laced delicately but
Still unbroken and oblivious to
The tears that eventually
Ripped the skin of love right
Off of our being which we
Manipulated into one
We were right but wrong
And we knew it but
Loved all the same

I want to unlearn you
Painfully
To forget how sweet scents that
Rose from the friction of our
Lips touching took away the
Pain from phantom limbs of
Things that had been taken
Away from me
Like wrongly severed love links
Or cancerous liaisons I held on
To with the choke hold clutch
Of vanity
Like a woman afraid to lose
The mountains that sit on
Her chest
Protecting her heart and
Declaring her female

I want to unlearn you
Softly
Like the dents you leave in the
Pillows we share when we wake
In the morning time
And pretend my body is no longer
Familiar with the soft pads
Of your finger tips tracing
Poems on my belly and drawing
Our future children’s smiles on
The place that should have
Housed their growing feet and hands
I don’t want to know anymore
What their names would
Have been
Or if they would smile like that
The way that you do

I want to unlearn you
Violently
Rip you from my core
Tear open the blood vessels and
Spill out its contents because
You run through every vein in my
Body and I can’t make you
Leave me even though you’re
Gone from me now
How do I not memorise what
Joy fuses with my body when
Your own Iain agreement with
It about the pleasures we
Entice each other with
It was fun to pretend I was
The only one who knew how to
Shake you from the inside out

I want to unlearn you
Discretely
Just like the slow molasses-like
Whispers that flowed from
The judgemental morning sun
With its rays burning holes
In our make believe oasis
Like prying eyes accusing bodies
Of touching illegally
I hope you slip from my mind
Like week-old coloured tissue
Paper carried away by the
Evening wind after a long
Forgotten celebration of lost love

I want to unlearn you
Now
No more dreamy days with the
Images of your head floating
About in front of my face
And spontaneously combusting
Ad breaking my spirit
No more you and me
Mo more us
No more we
Just no more
I want to unlearn you
Forever

Leungo Frank

Featured Poem:

SWEET INVASION

Enlarge poem

When you hold my hand
I disappear
Just as Cleopatra met her end
At the hands of a man
You undo me

The intricate laces and buttons
I liked to assume I had
Become snaps that help
You take me apart
You pull me to pieces
To the point where
I get lost in the vague
Interspace between dream and reality
And slip into the oh so
Comfortable trance that lets
Me be brave enough to walk
In on myself being exiled
From my long and broken village
For the thirtieth time in the day
And actually allow myself to walk away

When you touch me
All my worries take on a
Metaphysical impalpability
Sinking to minor cerebral
Phenomena for quiet contemplation
In place of standing as pressing
Concretions that chafe the body and soul
I am metamorphosed into an
Ambitious butterfly not afraid to
Flutter by and show off my
New painted on colours
My Picasso plays with
Permanent markers on my back
And makes good work of glossing
Over the deathmarks left on my skin
The kaleidoscope makes me forget
That the weakness of my
Constitution makes mountains of
My petty sins

When you look at me
Every time you blink you leave
A fragile trail of butterfly
Kisses which, when followed,
Lead me to the momentary
Threshold of womanhood and
They gently push me in heart first
Glancing over my shoulder
I see phases of my childhood
That lurk in me still
Whispers from hidden cocoons
Remind me to hold on to
Those snatches of little girl
Even as I come into my own
In the blinding and surreal
Light of your eyes

When you hold my hand
I disappear
And just as Cleopatra met her
End at the hands of a man
Deliciously, you undo me

leungo _ badilisha

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Biography

Leungo Frank is a poet based in Gaborone Botswana.

Leungo Frank

leungo _ badilisha
leungo _ badilisha

Biography

Leungo Frank is a poet based in Gaborone Botswana.

PINOCCHIO

Enlarge poem

I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real
To feel things
Feel joy
Feel pain
Feel the rain tickle my
Skin on those perfect days
That seemed to be made
Just for me to sit and
Let my mind wander
Into the dreaminess at the
Bottom of a pot of Gold
At a rainbow’s edge

I wanted to feel
Feel the texture of your
Hair between my fingers
And feel you quiver as I
Dig my fingernails into the
Nape of your neck in those
Moments when pleasure overrides
All other senses in our beings

I would sit and pretend
That I knew what it felt
Like to feel tingles run
Up and down my spine
When he would touch
The small of my back just
To say I’m still here
How safe and content I
Would feel in that moment
Of pureness

I wanted to feel
The mythical butterflies that
Have been said to flap their
Wings in the depths of lovers’
Stomachs in time to the
Rhythmical music of their
Heartbeats
To capture one and
Have long intimate
Conversations about true love
And why it is such a rare
And endangered creature
And together we would hunt
Down its killers and torture
Them slowly
Stab them in their soulless pits
For as many broken hearts as this
World has known.

I wanted to feel
But what the bystanders never
Tell you, as they watch the
Blue Fairy wave her magic wand
Over you and all the
Fairy dust settles and the giddiness
And elation start to become a
Home you are now accustomed to
Is that feeling hurts like heaven
There is no notice about how after
You get your heart, wrapped in
A gold silk bag with drawstrings
Woven from angel hair,
The blind cat and lame fox will
Try to steal them from you
And they will fight you
Until you have nothing left
But those angel hairs lodged
Between your teeth in
Your attempts to hold on
To your most prized
And new possession

No one says to you as a
Word of warning that even
After the gift has been stolen
From you and shattered into a
Thousand and five pieces
You can still feel the pangs and
Picking in the gaping hole left there
No one tells you anything because
No one wants to be damned alone

I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real, to feel
Now I wish it would stop

UNLEARN YOU

I want to unlearn you
Fast
No longer remember how the
Speed of your pulse races with
Mine when we hold hands
And our fingers interlock perfectly
Like delicate lace
Fingers laced delicately but
Still unbroken and oblivious to
The tears that eventually
Ripped the skin of love right
Off of our being which we
Manipulated into one
We were right but wrong
And we knew it but
Loved all the same

I want to unlearn you
Painfully
To forget how sweet scents that
Rose from the friction of our
Lips touching took away the
Pain from phantom limbs of
Things that had been taken
Away from me
Like wrongly severed love links
Or cancerous liaisons I held on
To with the choke hold clutch
Of vanity
Like a woman afraid to lose
The mountains that sit on
Her chest
Protecting her heart and
Declaring her female

I want to unlearn you
Softly
Like the dents you leave in the
Pillows we share when we wake
In the morning time
And pretend my body is no longer
Familiar with the soft pads
Of your finger tips tracing
Poems on my belly and drawing
Our future children’s smiles on
The place that should have
Housed their growing feet and hands
I don’t want to know anymore
What their names would
Have been
Or if they would smile like that
The way that you do

I want to unlearn you
Violently
Rip you from my core
Tear open the blood vessels and
Spill out its contents because
You run through every vein in my
Body and I can’t make you
Leave me even though you’re
Gone from me now
How do I not memorise what
Joy fuses with my body when
Your own Iain agreement with
It about the pleasures we
Entice each other with
It was fun to pretend I was
The only one who knew how to
Shake you from the inside out

I want to unlearn you
Discretely
Just like the slow molasses-like
Whispers that flowed from
The judgemental morning sun
With its rays burning holes
In our make believe oasis
Like prying eyes accusing bodies
Of touching illegally
I hope you slip from my mind
Like week-old coloured tissue
Paper carried away by the
Evening wind after a long
Forgotten celebration of lost love

I want to unlearn you
Now
No more dreamy days with the
Images of your head floating
About in front of my face
And spontaneously combusting
Ad breaking my spirit
No more you and me
Mo more us
No more we
Just no more
I want to unlearn you
Forever

Featured Poem:

SWEET INVASION

Enlarge poem

When you hold my hand
I disappear
Just as Cleopatra met her end
At the hands of a man
You undo me

The intricate laces and buttons
I liked to assume I had
Become snaps that help
You take me apart
You pull me to pieces
To the point where
I get lost in the vague
Interspace between dream and reality
And slip into the oh so
Comfortable trance that lets
Me be brave enough to walk
In on myself being exiled
From my long and broken village
For the thirtieth time in the day
And actually allow myself to walk away

When you touch me
All my worries take on a
Metaphysical impalpability
Sinking to minor cerebral
Phenomena for quiet contemplation
In place of standing as pressing
Concretions that chafe the body and soul
I am metamorphosed into an
Ambitious butterfly not afraid to
Flutter by and show off my
New painted on colours
My Picasso plays with
Permanent markers on my back
And makes good work of glossing
Over the deathmarks left on my skin
The kaleidoscope makes me forget
That the weakness of my
Constitution makes mountains of
My petty sins

When you look at me
Every time you blink you leave
A fragile trail of butterfly
Kisses which, when followed,
Lead me to the momentary
Threshold of womanhood and
They gently push me in heart first
Glancing over my shoulder
I see phases of my childhood
That lurk in me still
Whispers from hidden cocoons
Remind me to hold on to
Those snatches of little girl
Even as I come into my own
In the blinding and surreal
Light of your eyes

When you hold my hand
I disappear
And just as Cleopatra met her
End at the hands of a man
Deliciously, you undo me

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

PINOCCHIO

Enlarge poem

I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real
To feel things
Feel joy
Feel pain
Feel the rain tickle my
Skin on those perfect days
That seemed to be made
Just for me to sit and
Let my mind wander
Into the dreaminess at the
Bottom of a pot of Gold
At a rainbow’s edge

I wanted to feel
Feel the texture of your
Hair between my fingers
And feel you quiver as I
Dig my fingernails into the
Nape of your neck in those
Moments when pleasure overrides
All other senses in our beings

I would sit and pretend
That I knew what it felt
Like to feel tingles run
Up and down my spine
When he would touch
The small of my back just
To say I’m still here
How safe and content I
Would feel in that moment
Of pureness

I wanted to feel
The mythical butterflies that
Have been said to flap their
Wings in the depths of lovers’
Stomachs in time to the
Rhythmical music of their
Heartbeats
To capture one and
Have long intimate
Conversations about true love
And why it is such a rare
And endangered creature
And together we would hunt
Down its killers and torture
Them slowly
Stab them in their soulless pits
For as many broken hearts as this
World has known.

I wanted to feel
But what the bystanders never
Tell you, as they watch the
Blue Fairy wave her magic wand
Over you and all the
Fairy dust settles and the giddiness
And elation start to become a
Home you are now accustomed to
Is that feeling hurts like heaven
There is no notice about how after
You get your heart, wrapped in
A gold silk bag with drawstrings
Woven from angel hair,
The blind cat and lame fox will
Try to steal them from you
And they will fight you
Until you have nothing left
But those angel hairs lodged
Between your teeth in
Your attempts to hold on
To your most prized
And new possession

No one says to you as a
Word of warning that even
After the gift has been stolen
From you and shattered into a
Thousand and five pieces
You can still feel the pangs and
Picking in the gaping hole left there
No one tells you anything because
No one wants to be damned alone

I used to be just like Pinocchio
I wanted to be real, to feel
Now I wish it would stop

UNLEARN YOU

I want to unlearn you
Fast
No longer remember how the
Speed of your pulse races with
Mine when we hold hands
And our fingers interlock perfectly
Like delicate lace
Fingers laced delicately but
Still unbroken and oblivious to
The tears that eventually
Ripped the skin of love right
Off of our being which we
Manipulated into one
We were right but wrong
And we knew it but
Loved all the same

I want to unlearn you
Painfully
To forget how sweet scents that
Rose from the friction of our
Lips touching took away the
Pain from phantom limbs of
Things that had been taken
Away from me
Like wrongly severed love links
Or cancerous liaisons I held on
To with the choke hold clutch
Of vanity
Like a woman afraid to lose
The mountains that sit on
Her chest
Protecting her heart and
Declaring her female

I want to unlearn you
Softly
Like the dents you leave in the
Pillows we share when we wake
In the morning time
And pretend my body is no longer
Familiar with the soft pads
Of your finger tips tracing
Poems on my belly and drawing
Our future children’s smiles on
The place that should have
Housed their growing feet and hands
I don’t want to know anymore
What their names would
Have been
Or if they would smile like that
The way that you do

I want to unlearn you
Violently
Rip you from my core
Tear open the blood vessels and
Spill out its contents because
You run through every vein in my
Body and I can’t make you
Leave me even though you’re
Gone from me now
How do I not memorise what
Joy fuses with my body when
Your own Iain agreement with
It about the pleasures we
Entice each other with
It was fun to pretend I was
The only one who knew how to
Shake you from the inside out

I want to unlearn you
Discretely
Just like the slow molasses-like
Whispers that flowed from
The judgemental morning sun
With its rays burning holes
In our make believe oasis
Like prying eyes accusing bodies
Of touching illegally
I hope you slip from my mind
Like week-old coloured tissue
Paper carried away by the
Evening wind after a long
Forgotten celebration of lost love

I want to unlearn you
Now
No more dreamy days with the
Images of your head floating
About in front of my face
And spontaneously combusting
Ad breaking my spirit
No more you and me
Mo more us
No more we
Just no more
I want to unlearn you
Forever

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