Under Mistletoe At Christmas

How nirvana means different things to people, A nicotine high, some cannabis, A little coffee to take away the cravings,  A sugar cookie at the corner shop, A meat pie from a 7/11 store Or under a mistletoe tradition. How the best part of the day, Is looking at my wife listening to Eclectic music,…

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Aborigines

A round Eucalyptus bark, gather, B reathless groups of men, dark as cocoa, O verlooking a rusty dome, Uluru, it is called. R emembering an adolescence of gleaning, I ndustrious in harnessing the abracadabra of a land; G oing for a bath to a billabong, to a high on pituri, I ndigenous, and still loyal…

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Haikus on Caribous

How in tens they appear, Through the ghostly woods, Shaming Walmart. Those deciduous branches, A far cry from tips of antlers. Like acorns & pine cones. How in the heart of winter, Caribous trek thick dunes of snow, Masts but no sail. Tundra in a meltdown, While the boreal shifts latitudes, As do caribous. Through…

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Three Poems in Peacock Journal

Three poems of mine in the Peacock Journal. http://peacockjournal.com/dilantha-gunawardana-three-poems/

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Baby Blues

How after 4 years, together, we see two indentations, on a mattress, the beauty sleeps, that become discolored impressions, You see, as a measure of time. I can’t help smile, seeing my wife, keeps her legs hoisted in the air, to allow for the tadpoles to swim through by gravity, while a Sunday Times newspaper…

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-I Love You-

How we loved, the exhales, To the exfoliants, the chemistry, Of what was so tender, and if not, Unrushed, The little bit of daylight, between me And you. How we let our blindfolds, Strip our pupils, our peep holes. While we begin the seduction, Juxtaposition-ed fragrances, ever-closing gazes, The mouth in extenuating circumstances, Mouthing, With…

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Two Poems in the Creatrix Journal

Two poems I wrote, appear in the latest edition of an Australian Journal.   I’m sharing these two poems with you here. This journal is based in Perth and is a publication of WA Poets INC.   https://wapoets.com/creatrix-2/2018-2/creatrix-42-poetry/#Dilantha%20Gunawardanal

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On Father’s Day 2018 (To my Dad)

The difference, between “my father”, And “our father”, is that, one gave me life, In the form of a tiny, swimming tadpole,  And stood as my canopy, On my darkest night; while the other, Gave me heavenly incandescence, To evaporate my tears, and to mirror my face With the saffron sun. While I thank my…

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