Long 100th Poems

Numbers, numerals,
like words,
combinations of letters,
mean something,
sometimes more secular,
sometimes more sacred ecological.

Numerals and letters share sacred iconic human-intelligence root systems
within a bicameral ecology of mind-body nonduality,
both RightBrain matriarchal empowering flow of integrity (Czikszentmihalyi)
and LeftBrain patriarchal Yang...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside Black Australia (1988) – as quite obviously for Oodgeroo, too...

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One angel placed upon the Spruce Christmas tree, 
“she is only a heart stop away”… that innocent girl Joycie. 
Dear lady Joyce started writing at the age of eighty, 
and so many wars and the...

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Rocks, not sand, green, not dry, outspoken, not shy, fruitful and not barren.                      ...

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Several years ago I considered the aging question. I prayed that I would live at least a hundred years.  I had come to understand that writing was one of the things that I was...

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Her older hand devoured the seeds 

They crawled in the folds of her skin waiting to be free

As she sprayed them unto the loose wet soil

Her laughter of insanity filled the airs toil



For she has...

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Funkin AT THE CHICKEN SHACK – Tony Adamo - 1990

Jimmy Smith was laying down an incredible riff on a wall of kinetic sound that was oozing out of my car radio.  I was on...

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I have this lucky shirt…I feel the luck in this shirt is strong…
I’ve worn it many times and every time I wear it…luck has come along.

I wore it on the first leg of our trip...

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Not once did our physical paths ever cross,
nor heard we each others voice.  But her
picture was observed after being informed              ...

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In response to my question of, "What are you and Wilbur doing these days", Mary, who was 95, said, "We are taking old people to the doctor". I was amused and had to pause and...

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It’s been four (long) years. Yes, long - to my dismay.
Some think it goes quickly; RUBBISH! I say.
When you have a child, the days will drag,
The season crawl, and the years can lag.

But onward we...

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The city above us reaches higher and higher
tipped at the top in all its glory with
iconic, prickly, spires,
as long as air rights permit it.
Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin round
in sync with...

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On his 100th birthday celebration surrounded by his family…
he was asked, ‘what is the secret to your longevity?’

He was silent for a moment…they thought, perhaps, he was too weak…
“First of all,” he finally smiled, “I...

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I love you little one
more than mummy can say
so why my baby child
do you often make me pay?

You're so pure and tiny
yet so loud and smelly too
all these years i never knew
all the different colours...

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Well, what can I say to help you celebrate such a momentous day!
I would like to speak about the things I know best about you Joyce,
That would be your gracious gift of splendorous poetry you...

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100 days to that day
The stars clapped
When the cap with your lip print
Landed in my hand, so perfectly and clear,
The print of your lips I could almost trace
So I cut to the chase, while my...

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ONE HUNDRED FLIGHTS

Our mission was so special:  to honor those who served,
And we thought it important to give what they deserved.
It could be a nice medal, but every soldier wears
Some form of decoration for...

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This tribute memorial poem Is collaboration between myself and Belle Bellevue - a new poet on Poetry soup.  In respect to her late Mother.

Today 11th November 2020 would have been her mother’s 100th birthday.


Mother
1920...

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This tribute memorial poem Is collaboration between myself and Silent One - a kind, gracious man and poet.

Today 11th November 2020 would have been my mother’s 100th birthday.


Mother
1920 - 2008

Wherever I go you go with...

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'Neath the restless waves of the unforgiving North Atlantic,
Rests the rusting hulk of the 'unsinkable' ship Titanic!
Alas, 'tis another example of the foolishness of feckless man,
Demonstrated in so many ways since the dawn of time...

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As time’s gentle hands sweep past the years’ embrace,
One shy of a century,
a regal gain,
The King’s gift should grace your noble face,
For ninety-nine lives,
Ursula's passions remain.

In verdant gardens,
your green fingers play,
Cultivating life,
with tender care,
Amongst the...

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You made me feel safe, and for the first time I was happy. Overflowing with joy your heart fought for mine when there were demons I could no longer destroy. You were able to save...

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I do not know you well, Joyce
     But I know your poetry
          And your character and kindness
     ...

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April winds blow smoothly on the spaces of my window,
Shaking the boughs of my mother’s umbrella trees 
Planted there for as long as I can remember 
I can smell your fragrance yet again
Right before a...

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Joyce began writing poetry in 1995 to ease her eternal grief,
the hole in her heart is great, death took her son like a thief.

Joyce has lived a long time, one hundred years to be exact,
she...

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