Long Beddings Poems

Spacious space I would like 
To have in the space unique
Where none comes to disturb
And never do I will be perturb(ed)
Space travel being my penchant
I do it using my talent latent
Space education and space mining
I...

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Undone
No problem
Dog gone
Grow solemn in Harlem, but think clean name bereft of blame game

Which advances your worthy cause
In form and substance
Required to insert a new clause
In the wake of a changed circumstance

Despite bites of June...

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In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows
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Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink—
An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime
And leave to her lame lover in a den.
Or if...

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Immigrant of past he took to the soil like a neophyte soldier 
protecting each tomato and basil plant with his bare hands 
he showed no inhibition when it came to baring his shoulders 
and digging...

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April winds blow smoothly on the spaces of my window,
Shaking the boughs of my mother’s umbrella trees 
Planted there for as long as I can remember 
I can smell your fragrance yet again
Right before a...

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O' Destiny Why Did Thy Fatal Blow Come?

Within midnight's pallid moonlight
Glows that sad heart boldly demand
Memories of that fateful night
And loss of a true angel's hands
   O' destiny why did thy fatal blow...

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From this moment,  I will pen off
at the bottom of my last melody;
it’s better to pour more tears
than murmuring on past tense!

A strong need drew me close to you,
throwing away my chance with others;
and...

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He sat in the dark
watched the last wood
flicker off into ash
his adulterated thoughts
swayed back in times

He had just taken a meal
the first and last in the day
cooked in the smokey room
but it satisfied him
not enough...

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It could be the annoying ring of your alarm
That divorces you and your beddings in the morning
Possibly it’s the first two streaks of sun rays,
Or the piercing cold touch of the morning breeze
Or maybe it’s...

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Letting go. 

And she asked me, her head so small on the official,   
white pillow that had a blue stamp on in case someone 
wanted to steal the beddings… do you believe in...

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A Common Ailment

Eleven o´clock in the forenoon I had been to my 
doctor and was going into the nearest cafe for
a coffee, but soon the city dwellers filled the place 
with the smell of unmade...

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Today I smithed a poem to the scent of spices,
Washing my beddings to allow a new sheet of habits, 
I come from a broken home so I’m careless with my affection,
I am wasteful with my...

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Deep in the shrine, sins
Deep in the courtroom, injustice
Deep in the costume, exposure
Deep in the constitution, lawlessness

Inside the adulthood, puberty
Deep in motherhood, breastlessness
In the paternity, womankind
In the smiles, sorrowfulness

Inside the forces, idleness
On the holiness, sacrilege
For...

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It was a good morning till she arrived,
the she devil that bore her only child,
occasion to visit us she contrived,
with an excuse of sorts that she compiled!

She heaved and puffed her way in to the...

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