Long Auctioned Poems

Grandma died when I was 18 years old, on Christmas day. I never really got to know her well, since the family had pretty much kept their distance from her due to her 'weird religion.'...

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They came from as far a way as New York and Dallas Texas. The class of 1981 wasn't a large class, it was the very first class of a very very private school. Their school,...

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I Love You, Daddy
                        ( Previous title has been changed!)


Golly! I do...

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THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being...

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A scientist pursuing research—
with disinterested curiosity,
Poets distancing themselves—
from personal emotions,
from ‘personality’ (in Eliot’s idiolect),
A sportsperson focusing on the event—
not obsessed with results,
demonstrating sporting spirit,
Anyone doing their karma—
regardless of results,
as characterized in Indian scriptures,
notably the Gita—
All...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Goree Island
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2014


 I see the blood
of my ancestors 
that swell
 in the Atlantic ocean 
on 
Goree Island -

The unmerciful ill winds 
that fell 
over my people, 
in Senegal, 
on that 
horrific night, 
brought the European's, 
across the Atlantic, 
to our Village -

Everything...

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In this psychological warfare,
where the fate of Romeo and Juliet 
has not discouraged lovers

I was warned,
"tread carefully, only move forward if you are prepared
to battle against satanic adversaries not seen before."
But I'm a veteran with...

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Mona-Lisa Frowns


No darkness, drabness or sadness; could ever 
depress or compress Mona Lisa's rainbow smile. 
Because, Mona Lisa has the most expensive smile 
on planet earth and planet smile.

But now, 
when Mona Lisa is been...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Reparation
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


Why  can't we 
get paid?

We want 
our
reparation,

for 
lost wages
of
our labor,

since
the
Atlantic Slave
Trade- began

Reparations
for pain 
and
suffering,

from being 
auctioned 
as 
commodity,

to
racist
White men -

We were sold 
off,

to 
different 
slave owners,  

displacing us
from our 
mother, father, 
sister, 
and 
brother, forever -

We demand
to be 
compensated,

for our
separation 
from 
family -

We want reparation
for
false imprisonment 
as slave's.

Why can't we 
get paid?

What we...

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This is the last piece to go. All the others are sold.
I hate to part with it, but now that I've grown old
I need to find the right home for it before I die.
I'll explain...

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You are a thief
You have stolen the shine from her hair and the light from her smile
You auctioned off every unmarked joy you took
You put smiles into storage units, and laughs under lock and key
You...

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Commodities.

Traded as rapidly as futures,
sold to bidders, 
merchants of misery,
bought and herded,
into cattle-cars, vans, 
containers sailing,
on the seven open seas.

Women, men, 
girls, boys,
auctioned into servitude,
stolen lives, 
extinguished families,

for,

the cheap labour market needs to be fed,
an...

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An unsophisticated feller attending an auction could find himself in a pickle!
The nuances, subtleties and gestures used in bidding could cost him a pretty nickel!
A city feller decided to attend a farm auction to see...

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from all the excitement that we pretend exists in the world &
the meaning that we tend to try & make for 
ourselves
we are left in the wide open space of a barren field
a parking lot
an...

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The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night
the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell
sails were fur-lowed  tight to help hide it from sight
the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell

Silently they...

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This story is hell to tell
I have a hell of a story to tell
After I have auctioned off 
my sisters to the highest bidder
and my sinful soul is deemed worthy to sell
To the seventh heaven...

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The howling wind causes the unlatched shutter
to bang incessantly against the faded gray wood
The upstairs window, that the shutter shields,
has spider legs of cracked glass
A black widow house, if ever there was such a thing
All...

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Such a weight, these boulders of depression.
Carrying them has become a useless, sad obsession...
A way to define the core of self, the Inner Being
Only talk of lightening the load, no thought of ever freeing...

A soul's...

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NO, IT WAS NOT PANAMA PETE THIS TIME
She and I met at a bar so it’s very ironic
That now I should require some pills and a tonic
Just to forget what Joe the barkeep wants to...

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Written: October 30, 2023
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Amidst bouts of deep pain and hellacious strife
When anxiety overwhelms and exhausts life.
Hyacinth should be allowed to soothe the...

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I was born and bred on Sunday, so fair and brisk, 
	With life's bet both just and sure, to unmask
	The hidden gem, I leapt on horizons upon horizons; 
	So I crucify the devil with reasons...

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Oh ye generation that squanders privilege before playing your role
Less man earning and more flaunting what they stole
Less girls winding up school and more winding down poles
Iniquity and offense is flooding your bowl
Consciences too weak...

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In the fabric of the world, "hate" is a heavy word, and "love" – equally laden,
When you lose yourself in the arc of unconditional affection, you know it's a beginning or an unexpectedly sudden end.
It...

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They packed us in ships and boats.
Sardines have more space in their cans as compared to us,
Low ventilation, no water, little food,
Out of our land of abundance, land of riches, land of gold, 
We sailed...

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When Clem finally made it into town
Leading his horse and swearing
The townfolk looked at him askance
But, Clem totally wasn't caring

He had walked the last five miles
His horse had thrown a shoe
Walking wasn't his favorite sport
But,...

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