Best From Here To Timbuktu Poems

‘Twas the night before Christmas 
Mrs. Claus demanded a divorce.
Santa was being promiscuous
with older naughty girls, of course.

All those ho ho ho’s liked his package,
for...

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Her great-grandfather was an Irish lad
with bright red hair. He went to Timbuktu
and met a Muslim, black and beautiful.
Their oldest daughter wed a fair-skinned Jew!

They...

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A hexagon, a hexagon, you have to be a hexagon.

You say you are a pentagon? 
What use have I for pentagon?
You’re too close to the...

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I'll do anything 
for My Girl Samara, anything,
because she means everything
to me, it's true.
I'd risk anything,
for my Ms Everything.
Yes I'll do anything,
anything for you.
Anything?
Would I...

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Decade of Bullets

Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou
See a procession of young mothers chattering their way
From water fountains in grenade torn sandals
And blood laced bras 

Somalia, Somalia, Somalia
See...

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I’ve been so many places; traveled down some roads --
Mixed with a thousand faces where the Ganges overflowed.
I've crossed majestic mountains; walked some valleys too...

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10 little kids are messing with twine
one got strangled and then there were nine.

9 little kids are hooking up bait
one took a bite and then...

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Wedding wines - rather champagne shines
and bubbly breakout of blushing bride.

Groom with giant heart, gracious, grateful - grips
her hand with his handsome wholeness. Helps

his lovely...

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With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination 
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race...

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They call me Elly Mae 'round here,
For my critters are so many.
I love 'em each and every one,
And couldn't part with any.

You see, Tommy, he's...

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She was a cute little girl with orange dancing shoes.
Those dancing shoes had rhinestone eyes that could schmooze.
Her name was Willa May, and she had...

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There was once a man.
He’d always wanted to write,
But his biggest failing was
That he wasn’t very bright.

Whenever he started 
On a story or a plot,
Before...

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I had a talk the other day
With someone Oh, so sweet
Her smile was sweet and innocent,
She swept me off my feet

A flaxen haired young lady
Between...

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I am....
An Ashanti warrior A Bantu dancer 
I am a Yoruba royal clothed in my Asooke 
Dancing Adowa and kpalogo to tunes from wulomei and...

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She is the mother place of all humanity.
From her womb was birthed the first man.
The first self aware and inventive beast,
Standing erect, carrying tools of...

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