Long Brawny Poems

Date:  January  2046

8:45 am  in the Damian Domaine 
Some are sleeping some are peeping
What are we eating? Said Molly to
Dolly. "What ever we can?" She replied 
While still sleepy eyed checking
Supplies. So...

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Date:  June  2046
 
Damian traveled into town to 
Observe results of the Deuces 
Bar renovation. Joshua Godfrey 
Barrington Shadir and Matthias 
We're in the gym trying to play 
A type of cruel ball...

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Date:  April  2051
End of the first week of April 
late morning.

The Hakim Family was preparing 
For a quick exit. Desharah DJ 
Sashi Amadeus Amani and Jordan 
And Justin were in Desharah and
Sedanah's room...

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Brazil

As I drove through the heavy snow of Manquiville,
Deep in silence back to Grandfather's house, all frightened faces
Full of solemnly dreams, I remember the smell of the sea.
	The unseen Grandpa's hands, pulling and pulling
	The full...

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A meadow for Autumn

Forest, I lay me down to rest
upon bed of moss.
 
Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me 
lichen kenning myself 
as Rip Van Winkle 
except being repurposed
as  oldest living species. 

With an estimated...

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THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE THAN THIS


"For God did not send His Son
into the world to condemn  the world,
 but that the world through Him might be saved...-John 3:17 "
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"Crucify Him! Crucify Him! CRUCIFY...

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Author's note: This is not intentionally a historical piece, dear readers, but I thought I should probably add a bit of background info primarily for the benefit of my more international friends and colleagues on...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES 

Don’t go back to heavy sleep
dwell in the wakefulness 
of I AM THAT I AM
here mulberries and butterflies 
beckon across filtered fences
which you can comely climb
for a bountiful bestowing 
pick, a...

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From ‘The Woe of Roanoke ‘
It wasn’t just the gale that chilled his skin
As he mulled on the cannibal captured within.
In trembling state he clenched close his cane
To rap tap the gate of the jail...

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A REQUIEM TO MY PRECIOUS LEGS: ELEGY TO MY PARENTS

FREE VERSE FOR MUM
My birth remark reads:
                   ...

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~ (~) "Never thought the day would get here - you-know-days-they-often come-
at the expense of another; like when we were caught by your Pa, first dandling our feet in 
the murky puddles-when we were younger...

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THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They go chunk clunk and clank  

Arm of the boom...

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A lovely breeze blew from the sea
That autumn day was almost done;
Her thick and wavy raven hair 
Was boldly gleaming in the sun. 

She rode her mare with idle reins
Along the vast and sprawling sand,
Deserted...

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A lovely breeze blew from the sea
That autumn day was almost done;
Her thick and wavy raven hair 
Was boldly gleaming in the sun. 

She rode her mare with idle reins
Along the vast and sprawling sand,
Deserted...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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By Lora Colon and Brian Johnston

Original Poem: Lord, How Hard Could It Be? by Lora Colon of PoemHunter.com

Lord, if you're the Essence of Love, 
Why do you find such difficulty
In answering my simple prayer
To send...

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Remember the story 
of Billy Goats Gruff?
The troll under the bridge,
and all of that stuff?
If you liked that old story
it's all good and well,
but it isn't at all 
the troll tale I will tell.

Now, Trolius...

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Our severe pain is unforgivable at eternal night.
I twist over, my brain hustling with mystic insight.
Cries made me exuberantly sad, letting my sting.
I felt bound that could never be fit of stirring.

Your gloomy yell penetrates...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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Vision is shadowy; I choke the steering wheel with knuckles turned white
the shifty roads are blanketed with fresh powder, day has fallen into night
a small oval portion amongst a foggy windshield was my view
traction became...

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I dedicate this poem to Thomas Cunningham,
who I admire for the tales he tells in poetry form. 

MUTINY

I stands at the bow
Proud to lead
I get the first catch
and splash
Pretense while I breathe
as if our lips...

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Heroes of my age in their morning mourn,
Filled with teardrops of pain and sorrow, 
They'll be now part of the epic history, 
But the cloudiness of who ones's fault still remains a doubt for justice,
When...

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Imagine DNA as architectural color design,
regenerative blueprint,
but written in fugue fractal songs,
no two exactly identical 
except for twins.

Each species shows some shared architectural greyscale function
like staffs holding up a linear musical score
for counting eighth and...

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6th November (Palolem)


Twas dusk and terse thoughts in my head they came,
So brawny and piquant thoughts of the beach were beacon aflame.
 Spent rains are deplete and the sun shines bright,
Sandy seas and the cool...

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