Long Aunties Poems

She stood with her back turned to me
Leaning slightly towards where the light tapered off into darkness
Her faced buried deep inside her cupped hands 
Her own shadow towered over her seemingly at odds with her...

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My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on
She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all 
it's...

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Sweeter than Sweets
                              Family Love Easter...

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Selfish L. was the meanest most selfish dad I have never met. I met his grandchild who explained his almost always loving father, Little A’s sorry story to me.  Little A, a loving man,...

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My days were short but God has lengthen them;
My body sometimes hurts, but that's because of sin-nature;
God is such a beautiful King;
Back in my day (I'm not that old);
As a child you always had to...

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Limericks VIII plus one Lead-In Poem



Updated Advice to Amorous Bachelors
by Michael R. Burch

At six-thirty,
feeling flirty,
I put on the hurdy-gurdy ...

But Ms. Purdy,
all alert-y,
kicked me where I’m sore and hurty.

The moral of my story?
To avoid a...

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i just want to write some new shii
not on some i wish i was rich tip 
but on some if i ruled the world shii
wouldn't be no school you had to pay for
 last time...

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I only see you when i close my eyes,you come to life in my sleep you live in my dreams/
I hope you remember my face cause i forget its 18 years and am still counting...

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The bags under her eyes are very heavy,
You call them her luggage 
Why does she handle so much luggage ?
Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past 
Her cry cries out,
Sweet mother, salty tears.
Where...

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Dopey painful I/me had a sudden desire to write!
By Stanley Russell Harris 
The new mad Author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

11-2-17 04.22 hours morphine (M)
04.25 hours on Sunday morning and I’m awake.  
I’m...

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On the Twenty Fifth, December Night,
Black Skies Sparkle with  bright light!
Church Bells ring,Ding!Dong!Ding!
Chores of angels  ,start to sing!
Merry Christmas!Everyone!
Happy Birthday,Jesus Son.

We rejoice in prayer and joy,
as We thank this New Born Boy,
He is...

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Let’s sail away to Acapella,
A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller.
I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella
When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella.

It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as dowdy...

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I don't need to remember what it was like  to be  a kid

 I don' t need to memorize where all the fun had been .

It was  in  the unique moment...

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Be Lineate Sir

Jack and Jill went up a hill.                          ...

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I knew it was coming up to Christmas when Mom started to stress
About the lack of money and if she could get us all a new dress
I knew it was Christmas Eve when we left...

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*SON OF NOBODY*


I was born in the Trenches 
In the walls and roof with no fences
Drank from the seasonal rivers
Trust me we knew no povereties
 We labour to live and not to gather properties 
On...

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Because just like frilly and free curiously whimsical the recently enlightened-yet-quietly-
struggling-humble butterfly, resilient-grasshopper... daintily-grazing-dragonfly's locusts hung 
precariously low dangling-in small but honest-groups-spread-out-all-over-on-the-side and-
cellar-door back-yard and front-porch-door... . Swaying gratefully on-the-ever-defiantly-
flopping-innocently-broken-screens-that-again I tell-you... I thought, I...

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We at the family reunion, and if you know anything about the Black Family Reunion
You already know it was like a 3 ring circus
Wow, so where do I begin.......
Of Course you know we had that...

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I lacked a lot of sleep these past couple of months.

and abandoned the routine I’ve grown so comfortable with

in this time by myself.

I didn’t realize how much slack was in my learning curve lately,

and I...

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When I was growing up, my Dad
had some quaint old fashioned notions
of what a good girl should or shouldn’t do.
I didn’t want to make him sad
I tried so hard to please him.
But dear old Daddy...

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Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
    where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
  inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road

Long it behoves me my thanksgiving 
 ...

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What a wonderful thing is an elephant,
He is savvy and witty and eloquent,
He remembers your name and he'll never forget
Everything that you said every time that you met,
What a wonderful thing is an elephant.

What a...

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Christmas is traditions
some last and others die
some leave you feeling fuzzy
others leave you asking "Why?"
There's rules that must be followed
And most of them we know
About gifts and cards and Christmas trees
and then there's mistletoe....

We all...

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The Hunter and Gatherers Lament.

Gone is our childhood
Our hunting and gathering,
Existence.
Gone forever lost to history.
Our innocence
Where black- boy plant is our spear.
The gift to the hunter.
The grasses a gift to the gatherer to weave.
Gone is...

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Anzac Day 2020
By Jan Beaumont ©

As Anzac Day draws nearer and there's not so many left
Of those bright eyed boys who left their native shores
They were SO young, so hopeful of a life that promised much
But...

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