Long Biles Poems

Thank You!...

It's Black history month, so we come to celebrate, 
all the hues of brown that made our nation great! 

From Fredrick and Harriet to Mandela, and Muhammad Ali, because of the stance they took,...

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I was playing catch in my backyard with my father
You were the boy across the street that didn’t know how to flirt
So you settled for a passive agressive ‘You throw like a girl!’
When the ball...

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Just tell me (one more time)
Where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my lovely haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
Sick of your heartless smiles... 
Sick of sucking up...

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*Reserata Carcerem XXXIV*

Erstwhile, travelled a monk to heav'n -
that Holy Grail.
Borne on trance's wings - pride cloven.
Got he at 't gate:
And the angels all were silent.

Where pale Cynthia shed her order,
for its great wall
pukes rare...

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I don’t know which part of me
I have come to fear
but the clash bang of the hammer
resounds within my ear

All my enemies they beset me
and in the flicker of TV’s gaze
I can feel the cold...

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The umbilical cord

Of surreals reality....

Mercilessly attached

To this shuddered room child

Inceptions twin, of the truly unwished for!?

Choked upon its arrival, incessantly

Into this third worlds realm

Destined, for pathos brain damaged

Behind these painted red doors

Of soon to be,...

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Do you think the tickling of the second hand on a clock is in vein.
The disparity between you and i is dilated.
My impecuniousity does not mean am worthless.
You touchered me when i needed caring most...

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Father, Father in Heaven
What kind of sin have I driven?
Why my friends let this happen?
Sorry, but for me, your gates won't open
I am so sorry but I am the new Eve
This town is my hell...

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Unidentified my world
this push and shove battalion
take from them and leave them broken

Crassly ridiculed by viral industries
black blood automaton
the throwaway plagues of economy

Enemies arduous in pestilence promise
digital demons disposable to pay the fist
take from my...

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A torn tale ere was sewn b' time's tool;
''f haggard hemisphere 'n' nocturnal nude,
'n which porous promiscuity 's oft draped -
furred fabrics, scales embroidery.

This tale 'n which cursed clothing was hexed;
porous past oozing sassy spell.
Makes...

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Imagine being Katie or Naomi or Simone.
The world has expectations and it won’t leave you alone.
Your performances’ perfection has been touted and extolled,
So anything will be a loss if it won’t get the gold.

Well, pressure...

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Simone Biles holds the World Championship,
gymnastics has always been her  t r u e  dream-
She GLOWS with beauty performing tough flips,
adored by her grace on the balance beam.

E l e g a n...

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