Long Borderland Poems

Attorney General William
Barr black marker in hand
kept promise to censor vital
details of Mueller Report
swift as Usain Bolt candidly,
grandly, lustrously, roundly

youthfully blocked out more
rapid than an elegant eland
vibrantly, regally, magically,
and gracefully skirts borderland
which favored topography
constitutes grassland...

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~ keep your mind awake ~ and in constant wonder ~ 
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As the great man's note rightly says it
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong
The weak can never indulge in it
For, they are the ones to see always the world as wrong

Yes, forgiveness implies that someone...

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They suddenly barged in their tanks and trucks
Covered in various armaments of war.
Their vehicles droned, piercing the silence,
Cutting deep wounds in that fertile land,
And desecrating the once sacred ground.

Rockets flew like meteors across the skies;
Bullets...

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I stand between worlds, neither here nor there,
Feet planted in Eritrea, yet Arabic fills the air.
My father’s tongue, Tigre, I do not know,
Nor the Tigrinya of my ancestors, lost in echoes low.

My mother, born in...

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Out here in the outpost
I guard the borderland
“Over and out” – I lose the call
And you are out again

This is my shout out
From the hinterland
“Roger, Roger” at my post
But you are – out – again

You...

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My village around the borderland, estranged
Mountain from the other side, rejoiced within gray shaded area to bloom
Echoed the echo of the midnight hymn, darkened a shade, deeper fill in xanthosis, lasted beyond the yonder valley...

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Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...

Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!

Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got...

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come, aaro, to where
mist (hangs) between
ancient
       t
        r
         e
     ...

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They come close to my backyard.
This is their frontier,
a borderland one windowpane thick.
Inside my room, my weakly ticking brain
like a deflated blimp, is wedged
between one ear and the wild beyond.

Sound carries visions at night, details...

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They come close to my backyard.
This is their frontier,
a borderland one windowpane thick.
Inside my room, my soul
like a deflated blimp, is wedged 
between one ear and the wild beyond.

Sound carries visions at night, details shine.
It’s...

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