Long Ak Poems

I discovered a poem longing in my heart, it is for you, 
And it is about you, my sweetheart. This poem resembles you.
I wrote it this morning, before the arrival of the auroral shadow.
Her words...

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When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then...

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For the Valentine’s season
Send forth a tastefully written card
To any wonderfully wise person
Is a good endeavor. That’s not bad.

However, sending exquisite flowers
Is the best, sweetest archetypal way
To say, I love you many times over
Over, and...

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"The Forgotten Legion of Rose Thorns"



Reversing roll calls
the Anti-Hero 
jumps through 
burning hoops
instinctively

bathed in the magnum glow
designed to fire cartridges
with a kick like a field gun
a bloody victory 
is eventually won

lacking conventionality
novel and picaresque
placing bad...

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine, just soft
and somewhat 
ingratiatingly tainted
you ply uplifting
romantic notions
like an air...

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Wishing for 1984

'War is Peace Freedom
is Slavery Ignorance 
is Strength Big Brother…'

is waiting for Godot who came quickly and travelled from Pyongyang to glorious
theoretical impossibility, but wait everything goes and now we are on to...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                ...

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Semi - collage dreams suddenly collapsed, 
While the chill of September's dawn crept into my veins, 
And the scent of the wind outside smelled with horror, 
Gunshots from ak-47 disturbed the airs' silence instead
Of the...

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“Get your crap together, we’re leaving,” were the words but the
Cobwebs in my brain block out who said them. We started throwing things,
clearing out as dumpsters arrived with the Vietnamese. We throw in  ...

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“Only from the Heart”



Only from the heart
can you touch 
your Blue Sky

poems -
short sentences,
sometimes long

why do we write?
only the shadow inside
knows why we harmonise

contrasting dark and light
some verses like 
ancient parables
 
in dusty tomes 
that...

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curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new rainbow is on the arch.

Baby GG is indeed in the...

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Mma (Beauty)


Izunna Okafor dere ab? a


Kere kere ka ? na-egbu
?b?nad? n’anya onye ìsì
Onye chi ya g?zìrì
O were nke ya, mebe ngàlá

Mma ad?gh? n’ótú ?n?tsha
Maka na ihe d? ?t? bu ihe d? ?k?
? b? ezie na...

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Anyammiri Ala Any? 

(Tears of Our Land)


 Izunna  Okafor dere ab? a


Ala Na?jiria ebegbuo onwe ya n'akwa
Anya mmiri anya mmiri ebe niile
Akwa ?t?t?, akwa ndeeri na akwa ar?r?
?nye ga-az? ala any? ? 

Chi ?b?b?...

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It starts with a little 6 year old girl named "Jellee" (pronounced "jelly")
from Liberia, Africa (on the western coast) -
and ends when she is about 18 and having changed her name to Veronica.

I personally interviewed...

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She has felt a rope with a mustang attached,
Threw berries into a biscuit batch, 
The holes she’d patch in clothes and shoes
She loves her life and has paid her dues,
She has tallied and rallied, opened...

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The year was 1956
and I distinctly recall 
my mother's lovely face
as she told me 
Szererlek (I love you) 

and as I seen her lovely smile
I remember her face
as she held back bittersweet tears
tying to hold...

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“Within”



Shadow dreams 
down silent roads 
never taken 
less than travelled, 
the winter breeze 
of the world within,
pulls out the hidden
message planted, 
within

the quickening
attempts slow 
anchoring,
the call persistent,
beckons, like the music 
drumming softly,
lulling, calming 
the rocking...

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Freedom before my lost brother

They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom

Who really marches to the same drum? 
When my hand have been blown off...

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Now this poem right here is going to change a man/
This is going to stretch out like elastic bands/
From Dallas to Indiana to Alaska man/
This is going to go down in black history man/

See we...

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reduction of the “hero”

sees him on television
marching in the shows that
glorify war by painting so-called
“heroism,” as anything but 
being hired killers.

sees her in the advert prior to
the violence ridden film, when
the life of a soldier...

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What can I do to stop this terrible aching in my gut?
And yet, I am glad that I have not lost my sense of caring
That something inside of me still hurts when others hurt
My heart...

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Inheritance
 
We are guardians of the future are trustees for 
                        ...

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continents apart
unique souls filled with blessings
bless one another
make the globe a better place
encourage love peace joy hope


Turkish

kitalar ayri
Kutsamalarla dolu benzersiz ruhlar
Birbirini korusun
Dünyayi daha iyi bir yer haline getirin
Sevgi baris sevinç umut tesvik


Arabic
alqarrat almubaraka
alqarrat biaistithna'
alnnufus faridat...

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"Pulmonary"



Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green

Clairvoyants dance in time 
with prophets to flux events
Light folds Dark inside out 

Lizards Popes and Politicians
tread water in their black oceans
looking for an...

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