Berry Contrary
...Berry, berry
Quite contrary
How do you grow?
Berry, berry
Quite contrary
Many would like to know
Down in Georgia, way down
Two trees stood on the ground
One weighed down with sticks, ...
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Categories:
chinaberry, environment, feelings, fruit, life,
Form: Free verse
Mattson, a Place Unforgotten
...In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs...
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Categories:
chinaberry, home,
Form: Narrative
Winter Coller
...Winter Coolers
The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving Great Gree...
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Categories:
chinaberry, angst, color, drug, earth,
Form: Rhyme
Not a Trace
...Even the most familiar surroundings were unrecognized
A most fathomless affair; the search for yesterday
The Old Library and playground were also gone
The Chinaberry tree, a landmark, was gone
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Categories:
chinaberry, home,
Form: Verse
My Friend Jack
...My best guess is that I must
have been 6 or 7. Back then,
long before boys like me turned
into men, I had a friend named Jack.
Anyway, I was just a little boy
when I first met him. He was
tru...
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Categories:
chinaberry, childhood, dog, friendship, pets,
Form: Narrative
A Strange Feeling 2
...If I gave it time, I suppose hundreds of things would come to mine.
Like the old two-story mansion where my father's friend made moonshine.
Like the feel of blue, an escape route, that turned many ...
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Categories:
chinaberry, family, home,
Form: Narrative
Bow and Arrows-F
...There is much to be said about weaponry in my childhood.
About our weapons made for play and not for conflict.
But may just one lifetime-moment suffice for now.
A moment in the manufacturing of Bo...
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Categories:
chinaberry, boy, childhood,
Form: Narrative
My Father's House-F
...In my Heavenly Father's house, there are many mansions, and I look forward
to spending an eternity there with him. But my earthly father's house wa...
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Categories:
chinaberry, america, childhood, father, home,
Form: Narrative
My Yesterplace
...Perhaps you too know of an animal species that is extinct, of a people, a place, or a thing that is no more. Perhaps you have heard of a place...
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Categories:
chinaberry, childhood, home,
Form: Narrative
Welcoming Gestures Bloom Throughout All
...`
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
While a t...
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Categories:
chinaberry, peace,
Form: Free verse
The True Magic of the Evening
...The true magic of the evening
A soft breeze rustles through
pine needles swishing
amidst fireflies at play on a warm
enchanting April night
I am a bit skeptical
as you take my h...
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Categories:
chinaberry, good night,
Form: Free verse
Sage Saga of a Home On a Hill
...Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill
Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of n...
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Categories:
chinaberry, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Prose Poetry
Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill
...Sage Saga Of A Home On A Hill
Having drank from the sun at meridian,
The moon drunk with the light
Of reflection, always dissipated dreaded darkness
Seeking to veil the Hill—Raised bump
Of n...
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Categories:
chinaberry, allegory, analogy, anniversary, black
Form: Prose Poetry
Way Down South
...Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014
Growing up
way
down south
in
Florida -
was like
a
fiesta -
We would
go to
the
b...
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Categories:
chinaberry, childhood,
Form: Prose Poetry
I Recall
...I recall a dirty sidewalk
running in front of grandma's house
with bumps and cracks from the roots
of ancient white oaks
Meandering down to the levee
with cane poles and sack lunches
crickets...
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Categories:
chinaberry, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
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