Autumn Africa Poems

WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS


In the delicious womb of all beginnings 
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things 
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts 
warm...

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Thanksgiving gobbledygook

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus...

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1
Autumn, harmattan
—forest everywhere 
births green or rust hue

2
Harmattan
—my lips are eager
to map the season

3
Fog-ensnared ocean:
fishermen gasp
in the net of harmattan 


©Nket Godwin...

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as seeing more dry mango leaves flying, cool weather,  autumn starting. 

some trees look empty , some birds miss where to hide, grass start to...

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The only reason why I like the Summertime is because of the Summer
  Rains. Summertime brings summer rains that are cool, swift and short....

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George Washington Set Potus Precedent...no lie

trumped hill re: by a bill yon votes
and bridged tradition (Abe Lee) linkedin 
to present president; biden his time
trying to...

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Honestly, I wasn't fine,
I told a lie.
I knew you won't stand the veracious
Of my suffering, that's why I lied.
Many lies I've told;
I said that I'm...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and...

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The Autumn sun shone with golden magic
The warmth of the embrace was seen from afar
As I stood along the fence in the valley below

Inside the...

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I
Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits
Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt
BY choice, folk in small spaces
Hide from Civilization, national mandates
On Environmental Courtesies and Policies
But...

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Senryu and Poem, below:
I
Autumn, dawn, clouds, lake:
Flutter of white storm - trash?
Hundred cowbirds: commute

II - The Poem:
Maybe some 200 cowbirds-
All white with adapted, heron-like beaks...

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Money is green before me and my natural resource is tied into the replenishment our age... Oh, I call to you the father son and...

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you will never know where you forget it
or lose it,
the night is an overstuffed  suitcase
that you never know when it will open wild,

i saw...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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How Beautiful Humanity is,
A Piece Of Wandering Souls
Looking up for Immunity, Upon a Soul
Which had been long lost with it's Origin

The Origin is but, The...

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