Best Precincts Poems

I was a daydreamer and stargazer, who eagerly awaited calm nights of glitter,
Like blue skies warily turning pink, plum and red, as orange sun sinks, bitter.

I grew familiar with diverse constellations, along the different astral avenues,
Vanishing in the pink dawn of golden, like perpetual lime...

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Early morning and the gantry cranes
at Webb Dock look like long necked
dinosaurs lining up to drink from the river - 
and the sky is aglow as it might have been
when tinged by the first hint of that asteroid 
slamming into Yucatan on the other side
of...

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In the fading gleam enveloping the twilight hour, 
the frail edge of lives tended to lose mortal definition, 
its meaning masked by the murk of futile existence,
the misty minds sought the glow of the rainbow aura. 

A thirsty pilgrim in the relentless pursuit of mirage,...

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This dread disease that has afflicted my home, 
This malady, this plague on my house;
This making convertible the former quaintness and provincialism thereof 
Into something wholly despicable and disgustingly homogeneous,
Yclept "cosmopolitanism," and "worldliness," and "globalization," 
(Or, perhaps "globalism");
That force of rude power that recognizes no...

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My place

There also is my place, where I explore my understanding
Of words that are said and thoughts revealed, interpretations made;
Intimacy shared and dissected, speculations proffered and discarded,
And wisdom is given and received, the acolyte at the master’s feet.

It is my space and, like another place,...

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I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.

Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I...

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The big debate : “What is a city ?” –
A town created by a charter
And often with cathedral church
But sometimes with an ancient abbey.

St David's, Pembroke is the smallest,
Just twelve hundred citizens
And London is by far the largest,
Populous eight million plus.

Many sprawling conurbations
Are the backbone...

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Who could forget what happened on that unsuspecting and sunny day,
when no visible clouds drifted over the Twin Towers?
Little after midnight, the cool rain adds to the melancholy 
of the descending angels; and I join them in prayer to remember the tragedy! 
This should be...

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As owls to oaks I know you,
in ancient springs,ravines and sunlit scenes,
persistently pushing passions and hushing lovings,

my immoratal instinct allowed to blossom in terrestrial precincts,
combined with you vulnerability is a prospect I render to the wicked,
salt is for sins, as sand is for sundown reparations,

with...

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The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words
From the wombs
of our pregnant minds
may our charged words
drop like God’s tears
reaching the depths
of the precincts 
 of your souls
seeping like His raindrops
to swollen  roots
anchoring life anew
birthing thunderstorms
of revelations
missed in oral tradition—now 
staining sheets of thin pulp
with silent echoes—silent...

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For once, man, be serious
This is liberty hall, you know
And all the fairies want a tumble
Even though that is mother-in-law…
You shouldn’t miscarry injustice!

Sure, fad, I apologize, really serious:
I’m quite un-particular you see
About who goes west (if only 
to grow with the country 
or swell with...

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An adventure

Down those subconscious, mysterious corridors,
into one’s memories hoard , behind closed doors.
Into a surrealistic world of undecipherable dreams,
were one’s life is portrayed in reflections, it seems.

We move within this world of moments, to recall
moments, we pray, with pride, we did stand tall.
Moments, I have...

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I feel,
A strange hunger
A hunger for freedom…
Though I have,
Yet I desire…
A deep unfulfilling kind of starvation…
Can never get too much of freedom,

Freedom…
Intangible yet priceless, 
Like air,
Invisible yet vital for life,
Embrace but don’t abandon me!
Without you,
I will be like fish out of water

Give me the space,
To...

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I miss your beauty and splendor:
The sun that pierces through your greenest trees,
Dreams that were born within your premises;
The great books I devoured within your precincts.

Shall I ever set my foot their again?
If so, shall I find the same books I loved?
Will the friends I...

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By noon, I am contemplating
In the evening, I will do.
Doing what must be done.
By days end I am through.

In night, I will surrender my mind.
I will fall into the precincts of death.
By morning, I am enlightened once more.
Once again, I am granted breath.

In spring, I...

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