Goatskin Poems - Poems about Goatskin

...Running through the forest on feet of clay wet to the skin claiming every animal heartbeat as my own imbued in soil thirsting like a wolf the goatskin drum beats, on and on Wild berr......

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...She had many sad stories, they were filed away, labeled, color coded; tales presented as apocryphal bibles. He would listen as she pulled them out of her droning breast, intoned then as if re......

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...Born in a country that is a paradise, Free to worship God as we please, Free to express our mind by any means, Determined to foster democracy for all. Taught the value 'everyone counts', No ma......

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...In the After Hour, afterlife, away from borough and a woman. I bellied barstools for balance, contemplating the ensuing draft; Rumpkin, to be exact. The taste of nutmeg calling forward a wayward......

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...Morountodun, this is the place you'll find me like the prey of a shrike choked through by your thorny words When the chase after Omo Ogun with your heart Failed to be anything worthy to steal th......

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...A slow train toward eclipse is adventure this time, Two friends sharing new quest till I run out of rhyme, In four days moon path's wisdom will darken the sun, But if noise from a drum can save......

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...1: There are days I feel older than dust, Still, my knees and hips manage to rust, Self-expression's quite nice, But fame skates on thin ice, Some feel pleasure when you fall through crust! 2......

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...Broken clocks with wooden blocks And the power is out again. Cold burning hands lifted up with a little sacrificial parenthetical nonsense "Yuletide noreaster winding down" Of course it will......

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...In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows ========================================= Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink— An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at b......

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...The mirtangist may never willingly hear may not want to hear the multaiyam announcing his cue nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right to the change in the raga the plucking of the yal strings ......

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...Who is Bigfoot’s Great-grand Daddy? Whether living in a city or on the mountain side, People from the world around astound us with their views. He’s nine-feet tall, a hairy thing, uprightly he f......

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...I had a glistening dream when I was young Bright as an orange on October tree Near as the horizon on the rim of the sea Sweet as mango sweating in the grass Clear as the crystal of the hour glass......

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