Long Brownish Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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Sleeping in sorrow’s lullaby...can’t lie
Sweet slumber is only tomorrow’s cry
Can’t deny, I prayed a thousand times
I can only try to make up these rhymes

Again, I pray away the past pain
Again, I pray away the shy...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine...

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He was a formidable creature, straight out of Teutonic mythology, and I fell in love the instant my eyes met his.

His wings were unnoticed at first, as I was concentrating on the 
Immediacy and complexity...

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MY MIRROR

The Bright Morning Star wakes me as body adhere,
moveable joints leads me to the replica of me.
This is a lifetime routine i'm accustomed to.
And I, a lonely audience, see you equal my feet
even from...

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"Dear Time"
Thank you for being patient, 
Thank you for understanding I'm human, after all.
Forgive me for all the mischievous prank calls. 
Much of what I said and done, was out of fun.
Now, I sit on...

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The reality be told, it was not long past
Flabbergast by an unfold from my minds vague vast
In the reflections of the accounts of my youth 
As several echo’s formed claiming to be truth
Must be fabricated....

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  Small, Brown Birds in the Leaves of the Trees
                        ...

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As I sit at my table
Overlooking the sea
I try not to look for its unforgiving blueness
it is too much for my heart.
My heart which is once again, empty.

Loss has followed my heels 
for many years...

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I am sitting here alone,
I look around and I see:
The couches you wanted to be here,
Brown leather, brownish auburn leather,
Couches made of a football dream,
Shattered, or a football dream
Imagined;
I see a misplaced shelf, 
Once towering...

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Aye, what a revolution in red and orange against the
venom of society and culture
With the flowers of right palm though a gesture of dance
in fact covers her tears
A story of blue tension and deep emotion...

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If they like let petrol be one 
thousand naira at the station,
It is not my business not at all
I will still have my tea taken 
Every morning with Agege bread.


If they like let them find...

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Some green; some grayish; some dark or brownish,
Grass-filled; grass-less; some portions clam clownish;
Ups-downs; zigzags; clumpy, ghastly, scary,
Beasts-like fringes clinging to dark aerie...

Herbs, shrubs, trees, climbers, creepers... in kinship,
Growing, like horses uncontrolled by whip;
Thorns, amidst wild...

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Oh and this "thing" let me explain what it looks like, It doesn't have eyes, It has an open mouth all the time, with rotting yellow sharp crooked teeth, very skinny, like greyish brownish color....

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MY FUTURE WIFE


 The veil was removed, her face was seen
Her long dark hair well combed, glitters.
Just like an orange on its tree, her head stands firm, perfectly placed on her neck
The radiant look her...

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THE BLUE PLANET
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


This beautiful blue planet that we call earth
No one really can confirm its origin or birth
Some declare it was shaped by a powerful being
Others state the result of a cosmic unveiling
It...

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She sat near a pool of brownish waters.
Perplexed by her own reflection.
The wind tender on her hair,
Tossing it eastward.
Drying her imbrued face,
From days of sobbing,
Leaving dull lines that stretched
From her pale eyes,down her haggard lion.
She...

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I pick a daisy watching you
play basketball out in the park

you push your dirty-blond hair
away from your face
smiling and waving towards me

I look up from the flower
wave back with a grin

and begin to pluck off
the...

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Poetic Verses, Words Composed, To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky...

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“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh

Yellow

Yellow is
     a painted curb or lines upon a street,
       a sign of caution...

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Words To A Wren

They have not taken thee, thou art too small
To tinge their fancy with a moment's flush;
Thy safely lieth in a ruined wall,
Thy plainsong blendeth with loud water's rush.
In dusky shade thy duskier...

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"Every year since I've been married, I'd rise
To a tapestry of color and cool embracing feel.
To the rooster crow so, family can feast their eyes.
I'd work for two days preparing thanksgiving meal."

~

  Thanksgiving Day...

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and in my dream fantasy ...
       I find my beloved Chimera horse
      he is quite beautiful, magical and wild
     ...

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1967.
A pink '59 Cadillac.
With gorgeous chrome-laden tail fins.
Yes, I said 
Pink.
The two squirrels sitting 
inside were trying to use it
As a girl magnet.
The owner was 15.
Not licensed yet.
My third or fourth cousin was driving it.
Wearing...

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When I look at you,I see a friend, cause true friendship is social,it connects happy souls into oneness, that's why love always finds a way! 
When I look at you, mind battles with thoughts, there...

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