Long Bongo Poems

Everyone is waiting for something dramatic to happen but they cannot tell from which angle, everyone is waiting for something to happen and it has to be a miracle.  

There is so much tension...

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Lust of the flesh is sin.
Sin is lust of the flesh.
Try repeating this one once.
What word was miss-pronounced?
Hearing is believing.
With fellowship and greeting.
Duffing our sacred billow caps.
To gifts of public speaking.
Thin ones borrow.
Plump ones lend.
Relieved,...

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The all Christian female pop group, Sunday's Children recorded their hit songs
on the same recording label as their secular revivals It's Just Our Destiny's.
Because of the  world-wide popular latest anti-Semantic popular slogan,

"From the river...

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While attempting going to sleep after midnight...

December 27th, 2023,
the missus pounded mine posterior
(she played paddywhack 
on me blimey buttucks)
not only causing contusion, 
but flaying percussive rumpus, 
where the wild things are
found yours truly feeling
like a...

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Indirect interference into interesting iconographic inked inner initiative is not a carefully stepping clam, a carved tree cake nor a dune of a moon. Taking no bistro out for a walk or a cafeteria for...

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There was a bongoman, and he dreaming
Where the rock hovered above the blue sea
Looked through the white mist of a dew drenched morning
And clenched tight his memory of history
Black as midnight: showed me shining like...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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“holy candle blues”


in the rust red sunset - angel brother bends his blown glass ear over the wall of eternity listening in on my sweet restless rathouse jam

she entered peeling story-caked walls riding a lightning...

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I have been made mad before
With my clothes on my hands
Shabbily treated by children in the street.
My hair shaggy and rough.
YOu could see me going through the hoote-nanny
Smiling to every one that comes
on my way...

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Beatnik Snaps
       Onomatopoeia-topia

(poet sits on a stool in the café and begins)
I could onomatopoeia all day daddio
With cool sounds in the iambic pandemics sphere out there.
“Far out man…far out…...

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1. Betrayal builds up with great energy
winning my man
comes with a heavy bill of cost.
The third, trying to make us two unhitched
brings out thunderous evil from a Timpani
coveting from a loved one
makes her a dipsomaniac
and...

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From back streets, alleys and hedgerows they came,
all sorts of people with children and dogs
filling the Chapel like a hall of fame;
the smell in the air had a whiff of bogs.

The best beggar in Worcester,...

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English verse>
gimme sum mutual praise
gimme sum mutual praise
gimme sum mutual praise
All them there people's of the world;
Coastal dwellers praising; All day long, all the day long;
Rejoicing, and repenting of their wrongs.
Everybody on the islands;
Everywhere on...

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Her Pearly Whites Broke My Heart

there you sat in the cafe  
in solitude, and in grace
so, so pristine
the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
i wanted to touch you
i really did
and smell your essence...

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Oh No! Oh No! What has my son done? I hope it’s, not already to late!
He lives at a fraternity house, and surely, you know THAT intense mental state.
March has St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break,...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
                                                 ...

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 Oh, hear the rattle of the rolling train;
yhe clap…clap…clacking rhythm,
beating like a conga drum;
every trip it sings along, 
with the tracks repeating song; 
such simple, inexpensive music.

Listen to that music,
of the heart-beat, of the...

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[Written to be sung, thus…
Verses: roughly to the tune of ‘Ghost riders in the sky’
     Chorus: (again, roughly) to the tune of ‘La Cacaracha’]

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#33

the moon falls west-ward
the tule fog saunters east
summer ends early


New Siblings

puppy petite gold
bouncing around black dog's space
I know you’re in love
 
#25

Swimming in spring fog
wind plucked guitar string in time 
Tule music plays

Fog

fog braised Fillmore
ready...

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One day an ancient barrel decided it had truly had enough as it tripped over a bale of hay on the staircase. ENOUGH he shouted ENOUGH. But the only thing to hear this cry was...

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Only two sexes?

A ring on the door his replacement was there
a pleasant little man thoroughly mixed in the multi-colour brew 
The person who brought him looked like a woman who
was in the middle of a...

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What do they  benefit to keep
their  treasures there? 
As seeing some Africans
passing through serious challenges 
which were made by some people 
who hate them secretly 
and remain silently 
One day 
you will be...

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Some senior military seized power in Gabon today,
Ali Bongo 's family led the country 
in fifty five years under umbrella 
of French  government as there were protected
The so called French interests to be on power....

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The westerners eat Amala and Ewedu
We eat Akpo and Ofe Nsala
They dance Juju and Apala
We dance bongo and atilogwu the beat of life.
T^he Northerners speaks hausa whilst we speak igbo
They married with no bride price...

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