Mystery Bio Poems

TO BE OR NOT
Experiences re-lived
culled from images I've seen,
books recalled,places I've seen;
Re-fashioned,enhanced and changed
emphasised and re-arranged,
evoked,re-styled in shaded tones,
uniquely embossed my own;
Written out for you...

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Mystery
Mother, Free Spirit, Friend, Teacher
Sister of Angelo, Lavelle, Shad and Angelica
Lover of Love, Orchids, Food, Spirituality, Nature and Horses
Who feels Painfully Misplaced, Love, Warmth and...

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SOLITARY CONFINEMENT 1 : Number Four


Many chains, many locks and bars
clattered at four in the morning 
black bitter coffee drugged
a single bucket of cold water...

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Into this world I, too, was born
     touched—marked with the finger of God
upon my crown: a child of scorn
  ...

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Almost broken


If you change the words you will never find your end. 
You will forever be chasing your thoughts,
Until the day that you are dead,
And...

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Anger has me. 
Rage has me even better 
This now what I experience is sadness in my eyes because of the pride I carry. 

There...

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JERUSALEM
Collaboration with Dalia Shahein (Jordan). Posted here on PoetrySoup, 04/21/2017

I, First
My Salem, my shalom, maybe yours as well -
Be well; build a well again –...

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They stood a test of time,
Yet glorified is this shrine,
Build around 700 AD with some submerged and some exposed..
Proudly does she overlook the Bay of...

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My deep roots, 
 
Oh, so precious my blood and roots,
  yesterdays shadows creep and cling;
odd, I have the same attributes . . ....

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All rise for the Honorable D.O.J. is now presiding, Guilty was all that I was embracing, everyone knew that I had done it, yet God...

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Muddy memory


Blood, sweat and tears, in exchange for notes.
Improve your situation, or have a smoke.
Try to relax your bad back at home.
Yesterday is already lost...

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The world in which we are born, without any say is the 
structure for which I built this poem of a journey crossing lands of...

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I’m the son of a slave,
living in ancient Greece of modern day
I was born in a city-state:
Detroit, South Carolina
Iron oar delivery
through the transactional Middle Passage...

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WE HEARD THE STORY AND READ THE OFFICAIL DOCUMENTS. YOU WON'T BELEIVE WHAT WE FOUND.
BY NOW YOU KNOW THE STORY OF KANTEEMANS TALE. A MAN...

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Write your story


The hardest times leave echoes in my mind
And try as I might to push them aside,
The hardest times are a part of my...

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