Long Cankered Poems

This imprisonment of clay, 
this putrid jarred tint subjected to time's defeat, 
this cankered vile contagion. 
tossed to and fro as on a sea with unrelenting  anchorage of ease, 
this worm, ephemeral in the...

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The world has changed a lot since then
Has changed
In a strange disheveled way
It was a September when fall
Was not a season juicy with fruit
Nor Eden's
Sword intimated brutes.
After plane and cargo
In the frantic fiery billow
Throwing smoke...

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Nehanda: The War Prophetess


Nehanda bore the groin
That animated or begot me
With a hardly wrapped loin
Peeping Toms tried to see;
Hanging by the cruel rope
She spun a ghastly surprise;
As she gave up the spirit:
“One Day My Bones...

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A wiley post this early freeze fast makes
Making hard the sugarcane, shedding bright flakes
That covers the city, rivers, streets, and trees
The jet streams cold and meandering breeze,
Wasaburo's joy make us know our frail
Powers limit, we're...

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Poison onion rings;
Bunion on a sling;
Rustic carriage bolts;
Shoe string eating, antelopes;
what's the matter
what's the matter
whose ya mad at, son;
what's the matter;
what's the matter;
whose ya mad at, son;
when it all settles, when the feet hit the...

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Birth Pranks!


labour....a baby cries
then popcorn of exploding smiles
yet, he's wary of lies

will he quickly talk
before he can do anything or walk
to tell if he is his folk?

"why not like his brother
nor at least the face...

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Child Dispersal


Polygamy we openly denounce or loath
while promiscuity we commit at will.
Should Retribution be borne in both
why the last we spurn with inflated zeal?

Scattered children teem universal
while we all agree that a few is better.
Are...

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Mother taught me
When pride cankered me to climb
Trees upside down before the crowd
She scolded me
The higher the monkey climbs, son
The more he will
Expose. Her lessons truth has won
Feel now the thrill

For when took gold
And tongue,...

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When was there ever a moral line drawn
where have all of our heroes gone

From the beginning ,
we've had war and strife
no real peace in our life
our mortal self , 
our fatal self....
we are our own...

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On a fact finding mission, I traveled one day
Observing obstructions that got in the way.
I found, when I wandered too close to the hole,
I kicked loose the gravel and cankered my soul.
And, sometimes, I wounded...

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I’m not beholden to you,
certainly not because of your riches
I’m not compelled to do
any of your narcissistic, selfish wishes
Your vain thoughts 
of having me under your control,
it ain’t happening ... oh, no
What? 
Become beholden to...

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My soul bleeds where once before the altar 
Of my manhood I found worship
I cannot condone another prayer to falter
Where a woman's memory may slip
On the bruising stones of childhood, not good
The abuse of totem...

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Substitute happiness
modeled on material things
Buy new iterations of the same 
every seasonal change
Improved, your life will be
from promises of acquisition guarantee
Ersatz ecstasy ... 
cankered desires rotting the spirit from within
Manufactured joy
bought with paper and plastic...

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Down on row and pit and mortal flower
  the undertaker’s men stood grave and bier,
and brave stoic death fills the living hour
  forevermore a day, a week, a year.
Where bathed in shafts of...

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My love is pink in cheek and red in heat,
Her colors color life with vibrant glows;
Her orange hue has cankered citrus beat,
Her yellow hair foils jaundiced flowers’ shows.
My love is green in proof, a jade...

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Fealty's door was satin stained
Durable wood pulped from reliable strain
With blithe trim and decadent frills overlain
Lofty mantle Love's precedence to ordain
Interior with taut, strong fibers ingrain
Golden chain to seal our matrimonial domain

O'er time, your jaundiced...

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Carrion kings crow callous things in settled twilight cracks;
Their cankered queens quote noxious reams down croaking fabric tracks.

A patterned noose attentive sits atop a patient peak,
Whilst zephyrs drone from Zaire to home to wheeze unto...

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The torn remain
of what was plain
waves now ore frozen ground,
in winds that blow
cold ice and snow
and other feelings down.

There isn’t much
left in a touch
to calm the trembling hand.
For winter’s chill
falls colder still
in cloak across the...

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