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I grew up rural working class. Much of my work is raw and from experience.
Many stories and poems published worldwide.

2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)

''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


Dwell in Exile

Bountiful lambaste

The insults will come
A dismissal
Misunderstandings – innumerable
And blind-sided putdowns.

They pinpoint emphasis
Augustine Kofine
On the reaction
So if I turn the other cheek
Does this create a more significant person?
If I comply
Be decent to all who cross
Does this improve my worth?
Will I rise tomorrow?
Sleep quickly

Who will hover
To mark my progress?
Who will promote my good deeds?

How I do I measure my contribution to society?
How will I know if it is enough?

And if deemed as such
Will it grant me peace?
Or bestow satisfaction
In a whirlpool of confusion
Where the selfish soar
And the righteous are punished
Too many times
For sense to subdue.

Haw Par Villa Singapore 'Ten Courts of Hell' - Photography by Raytoei

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  1. Yes, so much senselessness and so few answers. As always, you eloquently capture hars realities of humanity.

  2. I feel like I am dwelling in exile much of the time. Turn the other cheek, for what? To have it whacked. Put them in their place before they blind side me with a putdown. We're all selfish, all self serving, just some people are less obvious and smile sweetly when they do it. A poem for our times Anthony.

    1. Thank you very much my friend. Definitely for the times. Sad isn't it.


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