Long Booker Poems

Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his poison pen ready to use
He says black folks got nothing...

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Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who let not even hope sustain them and who used their...

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I got it as a gift from my grand uncle Dan who lived to a ripe old age of a hundred and one. He was the type of man that believes in developing the land;...

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...“While I march for justice in our neighborhood,
you were out here running ’round in the woods.
While I protested to bring about change,
you sold out to whitey, just to get paid!

“I stand by our people, our...

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Booker MaCline stared out with his young eyes
at the rolling hills and trees of great sizes,
West Virginia’s landcape, so much different,
the plane ride here every dollar had spent.

It was quieter then old Chicago,
who's slums for...

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Headline News Hypocrisy 


"If you see anybody from that cabinet in a restaurant, in a department store, 
at a gasoline station, you get out and you create a crowd. 
You push back on them. Tell...

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Crystal Magnificent Morning

You should see LA 
In the crystal magnificent morning of continuing time. 
It is a magic that has to be seen to be believed, 
And yet, 
So few have truly seen the show....

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Marcus Mosiah Garvey arose from a little town, yes my lord
A Leo lifting Harlem, kingdom bound, yes my lord
Resuscitated religion around the black man’s looks, yes my lord
Cuddling pickaxe, hoe, and cradling books, yes my...

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Walk here with me
Along a strand of island in the sea
Let your heart drink like a leaf
From this mighty river
That shaped the world's relief
Listen to his name
Hear echoes of white colonial history
The burden of shame
Edging...

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what is my claim to fame
a face in a crowd
no name
that stands me out from the multitude
wading aimless in this bottomless vat
searching 
for a glimmer of that somewhere light
climbing on ladder straights
that bend and break
from...

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•	Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on...

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Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my...

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Part Two


Older in age 
                    younger in growth

  still heeding   His Master’s Voice

...

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"ed Up!" 

  So you want to know the truth, well the truth hurt, And truth is, shid I ain't the only one doing dirt...
  Moment of silence....? Yeah I let you'll think...

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I would give most anything if I could rewrite history
But that would not rid us of past misery
Lost in a world so full of rights, nobody cares to see my plight.
All the mysteries and wonders...

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“Cold World" 

  It's been many long years, and the days are getting shorter, Many stories of lost loved ones, Children looking for their father. 
  This World is so cold, Even worse...

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...In a fury Malcolm shot to his feet,
shouted ‘Uncle Tom!’ in a moment of heat,
got into his car, a half-dead pinto,
in a cloud of dust down the road did he go.

As he drove away in...

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"SomeDay"
  
  SomeDay I just want to show you that I can love, and to give those things you've prayed on.
  SomeDay I just want to take it all serious, and to...

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Truly History In the Making

Remember when some sweaters we wove
Was while we were sitting in a pretty grove
Birds started singing and others flew by
Certainly a delightful day cannot deny.

Trees were tall and much shade they...

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"Can't Lose"

  Today as I sit in this bed with my head hanging low, I begin to think about the struggle I go through and how i want to blow. 
  It seems...

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Villanelle : Merchants of the Word make Writers write for Prizes

Merchants of the Word make writers write for prizes
Does not the failed writer pose as house editor
Great treasures of the past were weaned without judges

Prized-writers...

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"Love Hurts"

   So many times I've weeped in anger, from thinking he was the one for me, one unanswered phone call to the next, now I regret, how stupid could I be.
 ...

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Go to Dambu Lui Gaf, I told them
    Climb some hills and lose some breath.
    Lie in a shrine, on wet grass, I told them
    ...

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Go to Dambu Lui Gaf, I told them
      Climb some hills and lose some breath
     Lie at a shrine on wet grass, I told them
 ...

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"This New Eden"

This eden 
rolls gently over me
like Sunlight beams
the car lights shine 
luminosity along 
the road, the dark night
dims eventually and 
morning arrives
This eden 
rolls gently over me
life through pages
the antithesis of 
a booker...

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