Best Newmann Poems

It occurred to me
I think more and more like a poet
Thoughts jumbled with imagery
Off in my own colourful world
Small wonder there’s a disconnect
With dusty musty pencil pushers
People whose minds have shrivelled up
Have trouble seeing art and beauty for what they are
Gifts from above

I can’t relate...

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Here they are before me, 
   surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
      Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
   these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
      stand heavenly before my eyes.

Their...

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 Cold the winter night as snow fell,
it drifted-  collected on streets;
where a meandering lost girl struggled to walk,
weary and tired; 
she ran away when it was warm,
when she had some money.

Now-  had no shelter or money,
the wild frigid wind blew and blew;
when...

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I like Muslims,
Particularly Yemenis
And Pakistanis (in Yemen)—
With whom, as a university don,
I happened to live for six years. 

Arabic vowels render 
A Yemeni voice gruff.
So even a greeting would   probably
Sound rude to you.

The people are all, like the cat, 
Naturally suspicious, cautious, 
Until...

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in my life-
some    have tried to murder my spirit-
to assassinate my soul
with their single-mindfulness

nincompoops    mean and nasty

torture   brutal massacres relentless
running home for love
mothers arms
and kisses

from childhood to a young woman

I have found my ink
and I send poems...

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Corrupt words shake the ocean of my sleep-
   Since childhood words have infected my mind,
and the endless winds of time roll and creep;
   I carry scars-  my spirit and soul twined,
      my mind a ravaged...

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Rubiks Cube, a 3D puzzle, a toy, invented in 1974
became a worldwide craze 
called by many names over time
Magic Cube
   Speed Cube
      Puzzle Cube
        Sliding Cube
those six sided faces of colored...

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With this psychosis, faces wear dark, angry stares,
   and all at once, chills travel up and down my spine.
      Transfixed, immobile, their stark leverage declares-
from fragment of my mind- that they had crossed life's line.

Those bevel faces, I...

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If the Rubik's cube were round;
As a ball, as a globe- round;
Could I drop and roll it around town;

If the Rubik's cube were round;
Like this world it spinning around and around;
If this Rubik's cube were to turn each of its space;
Would each colored square align...

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Moon Spoon


In high school, I met
my sweetheart, 
and together, 
we followed our dream  
to romance that turned into love.
When school ended,
he joined the Marines.

We fed our sweet love 
every day
with letters and pictures by mail.
Our hearts stayed as one 
by that dart
which dear cupid...

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I lay my sad words on paper white,
and weave my grief and tears;
but my chosen words will not rest quietly,
they spiral, curling, whirling-

My words thread their winding way,
all around the world spiraling;
in a whirlwind of emotion and weeping,
for those who know grief-

And as I...

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Each religion has its own ideology
Its own house of worship
It has its own dialect,
It is bounded by 
its own rites and rituals
Its own drama and myth
It has its own justice system 
Its distinct way of atonement
Its own unique style,
It is partial and onerous,
It promises heaven...

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C orn, golden gains dried ready to pop

O kra green pods from the garden plot

R aisins dried from fall's grape crop

N ew fresh brown turkey figs

U tterly baskets filled with apples tart

C ornucopia is filling quickly with all goods

O pulence is a great gift from...

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If you follow my poem's flight, 
Pray, hold it under no searchlight, 
Worse, under prying microscope, 
Give discreet ears and a long rope. 
Let not your mind's nigh curious mouse 
Set loose to probe unto its house, 
Nor walk into its private rooms, 
Dig out...

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She walks ruggedly
in an abandoned long tunnel;
Her feet ~ as heavy as the stale steel rails
almost buried in forgotten soil;
Her hands as cold as tombstone's plate
as she grips her pen
and begins to write the obscure murder
of the man in blue suit~
and the deaths of twelve...

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