Long Cadet Poems

Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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SECOND DRAFT

quite a shame, try to treat love like a game,
mother never said -- ya could of been bolder
only thing left you got’s cold, your icy shoulder
come on like an avalanche, snap like a tree...

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She was always looking for the light
or some shit
Just a sun ray or a beam
or a candle to be lit
The celestial lost in orbit
An eclipse, and she went with the wrong comet

even van Gogh couldn't...

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4/25/22

Started before last October
Going beyond Passover
Pettiness and greed always gave off a bad odor

I don't know if I'll ever have closure
Rarely ever am I that sober
For the longest time, it's been just me and Rover

She...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something
A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring
His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face
With an...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise and fall of...

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Shall I keep apologizing? 

For the silent screaming,
that has somehow, manifested into some..labeled, romanticized , interpreted version of labored anger...
harbored.
You think it's anger? You think it's aggression?
Do you really see me, from thine own given...

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It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp,
with a slight breeze blowing that made 
our cheeks rosy.  My Aunt Trix and I were
on the trip of a lifetime, one in which she
had been making...

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TATEIAN WHEELS OF LIFE


Twenty Dora-band aids barely cover one of my scars across my chest.  It's my stomach this time. But one hour of reading James Tate makes my mouth curled upward, with an...

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Oh - Emm - Geeeee !!!

Who me??

OMG!...I'm gonna wig out, doing this poem!!
A ditz like me writing for a freakin’ contest, no less!!!??
You gotta be kiddin' me !!!    Holy fricassee!!

No Way. Jose'...

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SWAGGER

Collaboration poem of
Space Cadet (Wesley C) and Darren White


He can absorb and hide his gaze,
      Pretend to be genuine and flower his date,
      Her tattoos...

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I never thought that I would be free
Yes, free from negativity
I never thought that I  would be a meteor
And crash from the dead galaxy
Of mistrust, disgust, rejection
Of lies, deceit, greed, and torment
I never thought...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
                      revealing the face of...

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The last time I had seen this particular cousin of mine, I was still in college and he had a head full of hair. In between, there had been three funerals, two weddings and four...

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She needs space
She needs more than this
She needs change 
Metomorphasis 
The more I give the more I get
The more I give the more I drift
Out of sight 
out of mind
To explore 
Space and time

I'll see...

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 "Horticulture is a groping in the dark
into the obscure and unfamiliar " James Tate,
from his poem, The Definition Of Gardening
________________

There is an art to gardening, yes there is
I like to create a beautiful display
in...

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TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST
Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C)

The sand is a warm window; 
from the sill, 
     I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me.
Sea opens...

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When Do We Start To Live  

Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White
Voice: Wesley C.


How do I know we’ve lived?
          If you’re certain then tell me when?
          When?...

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she's crying and very upset,
i was drafted in the army as a cadet,
i told her i'll be ok and it will be alright,
she says how can i sleep without you in the night,

i told her...

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The Moon
(not made of cheese)
 
Space "cadet", 
what a wonderful word 
that means a student of the stars. 
I gaze up into the heavens, 
knowing God is ever close to me, 
here or there, I...

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The sky bathes the harbor in cyan turquoise
cadet-blue sea foam bubbles the only gorget one has
versus the flamingos and canaries absconding littoral mire
the gashes on my feet, the burn in my gracilis
have returned me yet...

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My love burns like hot coals.

My eyes burn like hot coals
melting into the back of my head.

My brain is just liquefying in love
I love you. I don't know why I said
I didn't. I was alone...

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Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze seemed
to grasp her thoughts under some frozen 
moment of autistic...

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CIRCLES IN THE SKY


Julie traces circles in the sky;
Wills her finger to connect the lines
So they don't disappear like summer,
Where last sun rays simmer.
I tug at her grass-stained dress;
The hem frills in my fingers.
I watch...

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