The Calico Box Crab Freight
...I was only eight
when I caught the calico box crab freight.
Just a small-town crab-boy in tattered britches,
I found my way to fame and riches,
loaded in a crate....
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Categories:
crate, food, freedom, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
My Muse Trixie is one of a Kind
...ideas don’t have time to percolate
Trixie yells them at me, this is my fate
Some of them are lame, not witty or great
Fearing Trixie’s wrath, I do not hesitate
As muses rank, she is truly first...
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Categories:
crate, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Soudah and Dutchman
... Soudah and Dutchman
Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, he...
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Categories:
crate, africa, analogy, change, color,
Form: Haibun
Santa We've Been Outta Touch
...Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch
and I don’t ask for very much
but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch
I want to see the light of day
oh, and can you give me a sleigh
and a way to forget yest...
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Categories:
crate, crazy, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Autobiography of John Sidney McCain III, Sometime Senator of Arizona
...1. To Fly
My father was an admiral, and so
I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight
to be a pilot seemed the way to go:
ship-sailors were committed to a crate.
Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales?...
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Categories:
crate, life,
Form: Rhyme
And here we are, on the orbit of our illusions
...And here we are, on the orbit of our illusions,
civilized madmen who have lost their compass,
the divine savage in garments of convention,
hiding the mysteries of the true soul,
living in the sha...
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Categories:
crate, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Domesticated Violence
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They said love was tender,
so I offered my throat
to your ghost-mouth,
let your breath curl into mine—
viscous as syrup left out,
subject to the shape of its jar.
Your bombardment
of devo...
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Categories:
crate, abuse, anger, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
My Crooked heart :PT II
...But a linear crate,
You create your plate in days.
The seventh you lay,
For labor came to take its wage.
A circle, a grave we say—
Ohh, we are safe!
She lays in weight,
To maim and tame it s...
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Categories:
crate, art, conflict, death, god,
Form: Rhyme
Jordan
...Miss Jordan —
Are you satisfied?
Living in a world
Where hopes and efforts never collide,
Where all abide by someone else's design.
Would you simply resign?
It's peculiar how you're blind —
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Categories:
crate, character, corruption, culture, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Flea Market Jazz Vinyl Diggin'
...on weekends, Mondays, and maybe Fridays too/
across the Bebop time zones/
people be digging at flea markets 4 Bebop jazz gold/
walkin', talkin', lookin' workin' the price/
on a table way in the b...
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Categories:
crate, spoken word,
Form: Spoken Word
Armageddon
...Turned on the TV to see what they'd say
There's crowds in the streets all around the UK
Shelves being ransacked at Tesco all day
It's happening too in the U S of A
My TV depicting an end, clear...
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Categories:
crate, christmas, war,
Form: Rhyme
Driffels
...I have forsaken all to be with thee
might those I had created
and
there mothers be secondardary to
my needed
now I may speak of in tenses
that I have curse the
foods of her table as
(wHoop:...
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Categories:
crate, art,
Form: Ballad
Loneliness, Maybe
...Today, surrounded by family, I felt alone.
As I looked upon the faces of my loved ones,
I realised I was loved, yet still alone.
This may be the onset of depression,
But it might as well ...
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Categories:
crate, depression, feelings, life, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
GIRT BY YOUR GRACE
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Find me, Lord inside Your grace*
Bind my soul upon Your brace
Bird am I against frenzy craze
Gird me toward blessings’ crate
Girl am I, warned not to prate
Girt for faith's strength...
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Categories:
crate, beauty, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Dog Whispers
...I am a wild animal by blood and nature
Loving the outdoors each chance I get
Bred to be a domesticated pet
Free range is the only way I know to be
Why am I sent to obedient schools and camps
F...
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Categories:
crate, dog, pets, truth, voice,
Form: Free verse
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