Nostalgia Grave Poems

Never had I met you 
Still I know your name,
Because of the notoriety 
Because of the fame

Written in stone
Forever and a day,
Many gone too soon...

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Pakistan is a cemetery..
When a Pakistani becomes rich
his bank accounts are in switzerland..
He invests in Dubai..
He consumes chinese..
He prays in Rome..
He travels to london for...

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as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb 
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to...

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Gun owners indiscriminately brandish
loaded firearms toward innocent victims,
and concomitantly excite
purported in accordance
with first amendment, relish
yet proliferation allowing
free ranging banshee dervish
sans weapons of mass destruction
(mainly innocent...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Stones I Have Known

I know that stone - scoured smooth beneath the tread
Of workers' feet too early out of bed.
It sparkled finely to my childish...

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Many moons ago, in my ascendancy
  Males weaned themselves from dependency
At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own
  No more nesting, Momma Bee,...

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Tick-tock, tick-tock;
De time done gone ‘long.
De dirt ain’t got no back door.

I churning de butter
Inside dry wood -
De belly burning
Tuh see de old world....

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Choking Back The Tears!

This papa did accurately
surmise undeclared war
strong armed lance pierced my armour,
ah...how fondly he recalls
early fatherhood days of yore,
when daddy's first born girl

did...

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(no matter extreme global 
     warming more dire,
then cursing me smoldering 
     infernal languishing spitfire.)

Shade did adolescent
...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I...

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I inhale vapors spiced by Aurora’s deep tang and her sweet, rose kiss,
on such nameless mornings all my ghosts combine,
folding into neatly pressed layers of...

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La Tombe d’arbre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Tree Grave » by T. Wignesan

Quand-t-il s’était parti, notre défunt,
Au-delà pour le Monde des Ombres,
Pendant que...

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