Long Ashes to ashes Poems

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A Sufi Dream-Poem--Our purposefully "proto-conscious" UNI-ballish recycling?

By: Moji Agha
Started on Oct. 26, 2020

You know?
Being a microtubular cosmontologically proto-conscious
goofy sufi...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and that's clear where he'd spent his life.
Downstairs had been quite...

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_ _ _ _While walking one day in crisp autumn air, 
On the edge of the sidewalk,  I saw it so clearly_ _ _ _

         ...

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Inevitable death defines afterlife

I mull mortality 
thru lens crafted occipital orbs
regarding a better future
experience sing a space oddity – 
whar incessant yaks
exuding a big hurt
emanate as cosmic atomic 
bipedal hominids replete roof lee wax
during a...

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When guys get so old
pubic hairs
are as long as penises

It's not time to grow
a longer and fatter, more drivable,
penal delivery system
promising retributive rape
of an entire planet.

It is time to trim back
over-Yanged investment hedges
blocking more pedestrian-friendly
RightBrain...

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Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored...

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My thoughts drift...back 
...to days-long ago...
like faded photographs...
the sun is
bright... 
the day is brilliant and crisp...

I stand among the forest of lost moments
like, dear, that run and play...forgotten...memories
...the hunting grounds of my
youth...

Images of love vanished
...victories...

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He stared at the empty sheet in front of him. Everything had been said. Minstrel’s nightmare and it was only ten in the morning. Writer’s block. A poet arrested in void with nothing left to...

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there is a fountain hidden with peace in our society to set mens hearts free
folks its time we came together no matter what the weather & smile
for we know all the great while that its...

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"God will bless those who bless Israel. 
And he will curse those who curse Israel."***

The United States of America has been blessed
For two primary reasons.  Our founding fathers
And our founding mothers. Established the newly
Formed...

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Stars jaded with delight
because the sky was torn in two
My angel loses flight
With crumpled paper wings
Ashes to ashes
Dust to surrender 
while the clouds hold no regard
A love story of sorts
Leaving a bitter taste of loss...

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It's like being snatched out 

of your car by gunpoint ..

It’s like being yoked up 

in the collar by a robber.

I call it America Jacked,

jerked, played, pimped,

conned, duped, fooled, tripped.

Get the facts-Fight back.

Why keep flip...

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Silver and gold have I none; nor even stocks and bonds;                        ...

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Dark,
There’s only darkness overcoming the apparently peaceful halo in my soul,
Darkness only disrupted by the deep roar of a distant thunder,
Announcing the change that can, and must happen,
The first cloud starts to cry, and its...

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They have come for your funeral 
Their looks belie ‘their hearts
 When you needed them 
Their backs turned on you 
Now shamelessly and hypocritically
 They drag those sacrilegious legs 
To   profane your ...

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I’m more interested in 
writing life in a verse
There’s no time like the present 
To believe in God
Don’t live your life in reverse
Gods here to break the chains
Of every curse
That leaves us bound
And blind
Or in...

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MICHIGAN... DO YOU REMEMBER THE SWEATER? I AM WEARING THE PANTS
I WAS SO FILLED WITH MEMORIES I JUST WANTED TO DANCE
YOU TEACH ME ABOUT THINGS... I THINK YOU SEEM TO FORGET
YOU ARE A BLESSING TO...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Watts Is Burning
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014

Watts is burning, and the powers that be,
show no interest in putting out the flames -

Six fiery days of hell erupts, set ablaze by 
a racial city government...

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THE FIRST TIME I SAW VERA…

I saw: A scrawny, wrinkled, little thing with sallow, wrinkled skin, a head of fine white hair that looked like a dandelion gone to seed, and a pair of faded...

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What is Love?, but the transporter of the Spirit
Neither Fair or Foul the Truth of it is that we Fear It

When a woman of young age doth see what she desires
No heed nor helm in...

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A Senior Home...

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As the final child of the catacombs fell
your plastic knife driven into their heart
as they evaporated into the wind
you didn’t stop.
you kept searching desperately for a new toy.
someone to slice
someone whose fragments you could scatter...

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Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face

Same K-12 system
Same university
Different college
Who gained 
More knowledge?
Who excelled?
Who got more hell?

Same job
Same school
Same students
Same certification
Different degrees

Who stayed 
On their knees?
Both of us
Yes, indeed.
Who achieved
Honestly?
Well let’s see!

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of...

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Fruit Fly, Cockroach, Random Lie Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye. 
         
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I...

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Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye. 
         
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out,...

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