Best Apropos Poems

OF AN EBONY HUED MID-SUMMER NIGHT DREAM
(Apropos of We Kings, Queens, and The Fiery Furnace)

Indeed, this is a day the Lord has made:-
Considering last night’s revelation dreaming,
Waking up into this day the Lord has made,
I must enjoy and be glad for being still vertical.

Although “The...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

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We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
nor the echoes of falling tears
of...

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Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know) 

Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light 
on the Word:
Truth—

I hear 
said the deaf 
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—

I feel you
said the paraplegic
brother
sister
who felt and feels
the written Word: 

blinking
thinking
scratching 
tearing
echoing
in every way—

What’s your problem…
brother!?!
sister!?!
Tell me!!!

Yo! I shall
see you!
Yo! I...

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APROPOS THE REFUGEE...

There is nothing left here
for death to claim; even hunger
has abandoned the swollen bellies
and parched skin of the walking dead:
eyes of gigantic pupils sunken deep
into desiccated cranial caverns.

In this fenced graveyard of waning life, flies
soar to and fro---depositing metaphoric maggots
in the midst of...

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New World Colossus Deception—2015 
     (Apropos The Sonnet of Emma Lazarus)
 
In her brazened left hand she holds the tablet year
of her shore’s liberty;
And a raised right lights the weary way to the land
 of the brave and free;
But today, blind...

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Today my flowing pen
Streams screaming words
Cascading to hungry eyes
And thirsty ears of waves
Of the oceans of minds
Waiting to be sailed upon
In the winds of whatever
The day has decided to blow
Into sleeping sails awaiting
To be blown into awakening
Awareness breezing their way
Over wrinkling waters
Tearing to froth upon...

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New World Colossus Deception—2015 
     (Apropos The Sonnet of Emma Lazarus)
 
In her brazened left hand she holds the tablet year
of her shore’s liberty;
And a raised right lights the weary way to the land
 of the brave and free;
But today, blind...

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Weeping Webbed World
(Apropos of a Syrian Nightmare) 

Affronts to humanity streak the skies
Like once perched war eagles
Soaring over communities of prey
Where the lingering smell of death
Is as normal as the scent flowers once had.

A grieving webbed world in abject apathy
Awaits the cesarean births of hope...

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AN ALLEGORICAL COCOON LESSON
				(APROPOS OF POLLING)

In preparation, ants are moulding
And stacking their mounds; in hives,
Bees reflect collective oneness 
In the sweetness of their unity;
And in high distant places, black 
Widows meticulously spin their webs,
While honing hornets harden their nests:-

Cocooned in political and economic darkness,
Let us...

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APROPOS THE WORD
   (FOR MAYA ANGELOU, 2001)

There is something about the word
     You give life to; a sense of
Urgency flowing from the womb
     Of mind.
There is something about the way 
    ...

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À propos preponderent passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand nineteen,

unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring scrivener
only now I became keen,
which theoretical, rhetorical,

philosophical... predicament
may not suddenly find me
flush with green
i.e. profuse legal tender,
but...

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À propos preponderant passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled 
webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand twenty two,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring wordsmith
only now I became keen,
which unflagging vexillological, 

theoretical, rhetorical, philosophical... 
narratological, linguistical, judgmatical 
historical,...

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as pure as imagination is
(apropos grooving to the word)

imagine this:
drumming words
to 88 keys
rainbow
ending 
into each other
mellowing out
like trane
waters
streaming tears

flowing
sidewalk raise banks
to drains
cascading monk falls
following birds to sea
to be free—
the real macoy

how time flies—
wingless
as it is
leaving grooves
with unseen notes
screaming
night and day melodies
exploding 
like cannonballs
sliding out and...

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What happens when rotten strange fruit…
	Hanging from trees of auction block wood
	Become stinking pieces of black flesh…
	Dried blood putrefying in murderous streets…?

	When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and
	Loaded with explosive grief…Flow down weary
	Faces wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations and
	Treacherousness and neglect of freedom, justice
	And equality, all...

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We’re moving onward,
Me 83; She 80;
Seeking year 40:-
Praise God for time together;
Nourishing one another:-

In our love’s oneness,
We have lived in its onement;
Bound wonderfully:-
Glory for togetherness,
Living our God’s unity:-

Though life is waning,
To God, we’re not complaining;
Our love still waxing:-
Ready for who may go first,
Going together, we...

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