Long Bustles Poems

1. A constant smile is the alabaster
for struggle’s ornaments be made faster
average looks with a smile can be labial
its absence points to problems so filial,
may not keep the wolf away from the door
or deliver salvation...

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We have no control over the passage of time, but much flexibility with our own time. On and on, time goes and flows with no one it knows and stops at the command of ONE....

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She bustles
her boys out of bed
grouse, groan, growl
groggy gripes
snarky snipes, as they squabble
their way to breakfast

Packs their lunch
crunch, smack, munch, they eat
hurry boys-
catch the bus
flurry and fuss all the way
outdoors, scuffing floors

She sighs, so
relieved, can't...

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A morning bustles with activity. Folks go about their day, including a Siamese cat creeping past the sidewalk. But appearances are deceiving. This place isn't Disney World. Every day is a struggle for survival. A...

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Look outside the window and see the cold. 
Billions of flakes of snow blast into the air
the hills topped with shining light 
They fly away to another end of the frozen night. 
The sweet taste...

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It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to...

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O Lasgidi , city of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
In your belly called street, lays lifestyles of hustlers
No Man's land your pseudonym, Eko your first name,
Lasgidi a middle, greetings to you , your last name .....?


O Lasgid!...

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I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled 
Into a white, but, quite young...

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I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled 
Into a white, but, quite young...

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What do I know of your world?
I read about your people on the subway train,
To marvel at how so much was lost,
All because a handful of men wanted gold,
Five hundred years ago,

You’re there, in every...

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This is a journey, a trip call it what you will
It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill

Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my...

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Recalling "crushes" I admire during teen-age time
Makes me chuckle with heart-beat's chime
Remembering responses of denial-rhyme...
Now, I confess my puerile grime.

Decades ago, a lad with his unique fad made me glad
As his boyish grin resembled that...

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She wakes at dawn, clock set for eight
she tried to rest- but work won't wait
cooking, cleaning, coffee to brew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”

Breakfast done, she clears the table
bustles down to meet with Mable
whose...

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People find 150 million thousand reasons to go to Walmart… me too.
Sometimes, I just go just to go and at times I find myself going because I want to, not because I need to.

Today, I...

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All we need is a miracle to occur in our lives.

People are suffering around here and wish

That they could go to order a hamburger with fries

People are looking up to others who are really not...

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"Please turn off the blinding lights" 

Must close my eyes to see the brightness of my future. 
My today's reality dims the spirit of the hunt. 
Overcasting shadows and shaded grays of life's blunders; 
of...

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No one else exists 

A crowded city street
strolling a narrow sidewalk,
your hand in mine
Pastel neon lights paint the buildings
in soothing colors,
softening sharp edges,
creating a wonderland 
on this cool winter night 

A small bistro, street side...

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Today’s walk started a little earlier than usual 
With the welcoming of gorgeous cottony clouds’ dancing splendor 
Their shining was charmed by sun’s golden-reddish glitter
Dazzled me showing their astonishing shapes and colors

Saw a big flock...

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During the day
there's a deceptive lull
in the staid common parlor
when the home seems deadly dull

Stale air, disinfectant and potpourri
stirred only by the worried, hurried strides
of harried nurses down hectic halls
stuffy efficiency personified

In contrast to those,...

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Nona is love with a spoon in her hand,
To stir the pot or smack your hand.

She's free with her hugs, her stories, her food,
But if your bad she comes unglued.

She hustles and bustles all over...

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Summer Nights

Setting sun, the light is fleeting 
as this day in June’s retreating;
twinkling stars, the darkness greeting,
welcoming this summer night.

Sparrows in the treetops nesting;
daytime bustles now are resting;
calm of twilight now suggesting 
gentle are these...

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Lonely gazes glumly at the world that bustles by, 
from the tinted windows of her heart, 
where no one sees her cry.

"Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink..." 
They're close in their proximity,...

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Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly:
Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, 
the vital  from the plethora of logs. 

Voices buzzed  interminably : known, alien, 
the bulk superficial and unknown;
Irritated, lulled the apparatus...

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Wear no long face
When storms rage in your space
Flying and crying you out of place 

If you do
Like a cow you’ll moo
Shooting and hooting at the crew

You claim to train
With foibles you can’t restrain
With lower...

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                 Mine spew 'pon slip is as 
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