Long Bowe Poems

A one eyed drunken pen stares at blank paper with blury vision It begins to stuble and trip as it walks on the lines, It vomits words unsettled in its abdomen the master of this...

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Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a...

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I am the wind 
beneath the 
sparrows wings 
as it heavenly sings.
I am the single rose 
sitting in a barren land.
I am the the lions voice,
and the partridge voice as they 
rejoice. 

I am the...

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Your frequent absence made me question,
your existence and your importance.
I contemplated your possible ingredients to my growth.

I gazed at the stars at night, feeling the connection.
Hoping that you were watching, the same star lite sky.
Hoping...

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Hmm 
What is life ? some say life is a puzzle and I ask is it one we will ever complete?

Huh? Tell me will the puzzle ever be complete because I know and you know...

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Gewoonlik is my boundaries sterk 
Word ek assigned deur guidance met a Engels'vlerk
My journey neem langer en my sielsnare word gevleg
My boundaries raak flexible en a unieke konneksies word aanmekaar geheg
A journey het ontwikkel in...

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Bella, my Bella,my sweet Cinderella Avvicinatevi
Bella allow me to girdle your cold vessel in this 
blizzard amidst my flames you can rest entwined
with mellow melodies of my chest as I caress your
heavenly as I comb...

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A oval,round,bright and eccentric light slowly
sways in front of my eyes,I feel like the eyes
of the mountain,I have seen it all, I feel like 
the leaf of tallest tree, I feel the blood of a
lion...

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I swim in the murky waters, diving deep, nails claw mud. Lowly, I may be bowing, but I am not drowning. No, I am not beat, the struggle is not defeat. My toes dig into...

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Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk...

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Times have passed,times have passed, far spent,far gone,
I sit on this step as I recollect all the times passed. 
Memories are vast. Happy times of past unfurl in my
mind,sad times of past unfurl while my...

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You can give me 
the pen of Emily Dickson or
Langston Hughes but still 
submerged in losing 
languished hues. 

I just cant win,
to the air I never hold my chin, 
with my trophy in the air...

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My pen drunken with wine channels my deepest thoughts
rambling over blank paper flowing over emptiness with words to encourage
The pen shall not betray like love once did killing the soul My rebirth is inevitable
I am...

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You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a boat~the ink of a love note.
The warmth of a coat~the...

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A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal...

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Let us all join hands and pray for eachother
today. Some of us are sick. Some of us have
problems. Some of us are married. Some of 
us are not. But we all go through rough times
in...

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Elliott:
Keeping peace is walking through the flames without a murmur Peace is holding your soul in a peaceful state, honoring peace Never cease to keep the peace with your fellow poets and family Brothers and...

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Grumbling,rumbling and Wobbling my pen moves on the white paper,staggering as it strides onthe line Gush!it belches as horrible sound comes out from its tip,the lines are blur and twinkle stars appear.I am drunk No!not...

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A mortal breath expires drifting to where? 
Taken into the mystery of, invisible open air. 
To where could that breath have gone?Instantaneously
snatched, unaware. left behind ,bitter tears of sorrow.
In every teardrop a question.While the pastor...

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Though
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Gentle sonic of piano and violin guides our
dance connected eyes in trance in stance
of love the lord smiles above connecting
our love free the doves of heaven concealing
the moment with peace my soul flares with
each step...

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I fell in love with a Drunken Poet
When with light My Grail He fills
Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill
With Rhymes and reasons salutations 
Filled so full, Colorful My imagination
Drunken poetry obliteration 
He drinks...

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Slow, slow
Stop, stop
Here, here
The tree
She hobbled between 
The Tussock grass
Toward the tree’s
The biggest, tallest
She made for
She stopped half way
To look
Look up
At this tree
Tall and brown
Thick with Bowe
The oldest of these tree’s
She hobbled on to this...

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As unfocused and natural as breathing 
As unrestricted as dreaming
Creativity derives from formless –
From liberty

Don’t think
Write now
Correct later
This is poetry in its most perfect form
Just like when you’re taking a test and your first thought...

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Flying above streams of love.

Poison flowing streams of hate. 

Streams dried and dead love found. 

Love lost love. 

Love found death.



Loving sounds drowned by hate.
The same hate that tore apart soul mates. Love was much,but...

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