Long Argues Poems

I began reading Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
from the back toward the front,
as usual,
because if I appreciate where this narrative journey will end,
then I probably will find we start off with similar questions 
of...

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Billboard named him the year finest blues musician. 
Joe Bonamassa is a blues-rock musician,
He was designed to be a famous musician.
His family owns a guitar store in upstate New York,
After years of practice, Bonamassa will...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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When a poet dates a poetess;
They all go insane of words to use,
They may have no time to make love.
Poet here, poetess there, back to back
Without anyone believing each other.
Dinning is personified and oxymorously planned;
The...

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I know I need to get outside myself.
The more I complain, and focus on my sore gums, tender knee, and achy shoulder, the more griping I do, the more I suffer.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! The pain...

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there was once a mother, who was different from any other. She was mean, she was rude, she was cruel and had an attitude. Her boyfriend, made her is world, but no matter what she...

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It’s Sunday morning, my watch shows that it’s 33° and 5:58 am. Surprisingly, half of us are up and motile. My excuse is that I’m scheduled to volunteer at the hospital this morning. 
Leong just...

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Patrick Deneen follows Tocqueville
speaking of risks to Western liberal democratic experiments,
great personal enlightenment adventures
seldom calm within a federating kettle
of competing selected fish,
and usually not cooperatively resilient
for health optimization
of local community peaceful resonant wealth.

In Tocqueville's time...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With...

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Breaking me down , With every word they say .

Breaking me down , Til i start to hate my self for being different .

Tell my self either i have to be nice or be a...

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Wonder's Mother, Misery

      Digging up the philosophical topic:
      Disputing bliss as the ultimate state. 
      Argues that striving for worthy...

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You give me the desire
a love for composing 
word symphonies
yet you give me
the cross of mediocrity
to bear
day by day to know
there are others 
who are prodigies
and I must hear 
the thunderous applause
while at best
I get...

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I could tell Nan’s getting bored with her knitting and crochet,  
and her interest has been waning with the C-W-A.
To think the help I offered had become a huge regret -
I introduced my Nan...

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SHE'S MY CHOICE AND MY CROSS. 

You told me beauty is merely skin deep
Wasn't that the reason I wooed her in the first place
Said it doesn't cook afang soup
I've not forgotten my way to mama...

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Whats with all the bull I've been hearing?
Whats with all the crap your spouting
To each other because of your viewpoints
Why you gotta be at each other's throats?
If you ask me-All this hate is bull!

One argues...

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In Chambers Grand, where silks and laughter played, 
A voice within, a question soft and low, 
"Tell me, dear Yashodhara, what ails your heart? 
Your eyes, once radiant, now seem weighted by sorrow's dart.”
"My burden...

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There,  they are with their scary galaxy of thoughts! 
Those that wanted us to sing those songs they never
sang with the moon and the sun.
Those that wanted us to dance the dance they
never danced...

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Was it a sheer accident that I became a poet?
Poetry, I didn’t pursue, rather it cropped up
As a late-night guest, quite unexpected.
A teacher’s career, I have been bent upon
And prefer to be known more as...

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She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them...

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An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’

The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own 

but (put there) questions and laughter..are  (you surely sent) then test the

spirits was...

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Twenty two snails were dancing in a line, for they had consumed some wine, the wine had been left by humans in the yard, the glasses full, no breaks, no shards. Safely pulling themselves up...

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An Interview with Sin
As the moon argues with clouds in winter’s tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To ride the waters of dawn
On a black majestic funeral swan.

Through frosted windows, 
A...

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I just cant tell. Where's the girl I know so well?
She can't be gone,

She fought like hell to be where she is, to belong...

To be honest, To be strong...
She wasn't lying when she said denial...

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I just cant tell. Where's the girl I know so well?
She can't be gone,

She fought like hell to be where she is, to belong...

To be honest, To be strong...
She wasn't lying when she said denial...

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Written: September 05, 2023    
This or That, Vol 20 Poetry Contest      Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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In the Zen kingdom, where thoughts coincide.
Nihilism is a canopy of shade; it dares...

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