Long Berber Poems

I’m walking through another crowded room
wondering if people can sense the tremors behind my eyes. 
Fluttering wings of falling Angels full of hellfire buckshot. 
I’m seeping into the Berber carpet, 
into the taut stitching and...

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Listen Sister HEARING this makes you WONDER…
I am a PHOTOGRAPHER and I can be a RAPPER...
And If I would; I could play in MANCHESTER…
All I wanted with HER, was to be her, BROTHER…
All I wanted...

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RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade Le Chant Royal 6

(NOTE: This French “ballade” is being composed on permutations of the number ONE repeated twice, I.e., 11. Eleven syllables to the line in iamb or...

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TAKING THE OATH
For those who are born again through the Oath of Citizenship	
at the Onondaga County Courthouse, Syracuse, New York!  

The morning prayers over
the neighbor’s car cold, the ride
to the court house quiet as...

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THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET

THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART ONE
GIBRALTAR / DJEBEL-TARIQ   711 AD / 92 AH

In the eyes of the hawk
Djebel Musa to Djebel Tariq
is the tactical distance across the
turbulent waters where the blue
Mediterranean meets...

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This is the first of five found poems based on Microsoft dictation trials.  I took the verbatim text filled with gibberish and put into poetic stanzas otherwise no editing. 


Her and they moved to
a...

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I dream of magic lines but they  elude me.
Chapbook on acrylic tube  palette, janus-faced cave in 
at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to  circus of the  soul, 
images that...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake- Part Six

Awake! Dour Dreamer! And draw the curtain of benumbing clouds
Fairies hover by ears to whisper mantras dispelling doubts
Already unheeding magpies cluck rudely tongue-in-beak
And trans-continental flights from Orly pierce through...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eight

At her feet gather daily plumage dark white to brown leather
Pigeons geese crows sparrows larks and wild ducks in sunset colour
And the resident owners of the waters by...

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From Maurus' shore, a tide arose,
not of ocean, but of faith,
and shadowed Iberia's sun-kissed coast.

Moor, a word that held a continent,
a tapestry of Berber, Arab,
threaded with the blackness of the south.

They came with astrolabes and...

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The Flamenco Dancer and The Bull

The acoustics of your snuffle
 is an absolution 
of a descending staccato 
in an E chord.
Behold, my lancing third, 
an urgency to trick you 
with my jalapeño-colored capote,
to mask the...

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I glimpse a boy sitting on a chair alone, 
his feet are hanging down,
his patched face blackened by smoke.

He is unable to cry,
unsure where his family may be, 
he scoops clots of fresh blood from...

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Wanderer,
free spirit,
gets around the endless world,
he relentlessly seeks happiness.
Open your eyes
encounter an aurora borealis
simple to perfection,
like a lost Eskimo
or as a Buddhist monk
who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma.
Or rather as an aborigine influenced by...

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I've come to old man Berber who's grey-haired and skinny
To solve problems that I'm tortured with.
"I see, my son, that through you beams hot light as you breathe
But you are not his owner, silly.

Dread muddy...

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