Long Cashes Poems

Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You are a friend 
Till the end
Bite the bullet
You're the village...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête...

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My New Poem, Raw and Uncut
Oh What a day
Oh What a day when black people stop pray 
Pause and realize where their horizon lay
Where the pastures are green, yet remains unseen,
What a day when we...

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(William Hammer, Thomas Alva Edison's assistant,
has reached the end of his tolerance.  His boss is
planning to electrocute an elephant for a publicity
stunt.)

If he goes through with this, the dam has burst.
I'm done with him....

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A second hand book shop watches the Sunday rain
beat against a resentful pavement. Its second hand
door opens up its second hand world to second
hand people, carrying first class money.

The newly welcomed, carrying in second hand...

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Nirvana awaits dada dear
thine paternal parent,
who helped sire yours truly,
a widower these
last fourteen plus years,
he laments absence,

and sorely misses presence
regarding scatterbrain spouse,
single word description,
he would readily concur
appellation linkedin with
bubbly headed just legal bride

born November thirteenth
ninety...

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MARK THIS DOWN AS BEING TRUE MARK

Some people just don’t get the fact that some people just don’t get other people
Why, then, does it seem so evident that I get every type of person who...

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why did this have to be me
(my life)
a perfect mother by day
but an escort by night
i live in the biggest home
have the best cars
and i wear the prettiest clothes....
but only because my mother
(is a hoe)
different...

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The Eternal Ember

Decades are passed, an embrew slices Earth's chest
And countless Energy invests
It blooms 
Bamboozles doom:
Decades past
In search of and at last 
Pause and steadfast like mast, 
It is swaying and living
It's breath giving
Spreading light...

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Life in Jozi is good so far,
 I got a job and made some friends
 Among those friends is an elderly man
 Who stay in the heart of Ebony pack

There is some thing about this...

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When You Are Old Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick


Yeats' poem describes his courtship that sank
With his misconnection he is bitter
And he takes digs at his beau's true glitter 
Alluding that his fire drew her blank

He paints a...

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