Long Changes hands Poems

With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away!
No longing have I now to roam!
The world seems like it’s meant for play!
Your aura’s warmth is always home!

God knows this cannot stand:
Illusion hide your heart...

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Rather Galesburg Joliet 
Terrehaute Florence Colorado 
to the shores of Bogotá 
flushing heroin fentanyl 
through the gates behind bars 
thee corrupt prison ran 
by gang leaders paying 
off prison guards you can 
ask yourself what...

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They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind of menace
But we’re both lawless
I run my world from where...

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With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away!
With you here in my life:
No longing have I now to roam!
With you here in my life:
The world seems like it’s meant for play!
With you here...

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Free From Money


I search for money and money I cannot find
What do I perceive;
more search and tired mind
I search for money and money I cannot find.

I don't need a bank
to lean on my flank.

In pursuit...

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Power changes hands in a country, and how. State of affairs are diametrically different following a hostile takeover of a once peaceful, democratic society. The country has descended into totalitarianism, ruled with an iron fist...

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Perceptions By Taalib Brown


My New York lens is covered in grime
A filth large enough to receive a fine and pass the city dumping line.
Pedestrians are rushing and racing to their cubby holes.
Trees leak a yellow-greenish...

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Building bricks


Brick by brick we build our nation
And stone by stone we build a generation.
The children are the future, the old our voting class;
The young have given up voting because politicians have no class.


Building new...

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Smells of boiled hot dog sausages,
beef burgers and onions.
Mingle these with - wafts of candy floss, 
toffee apples and brandy snaps.
Whirring of engines
chugging over noisily,
half drowned by thumping music,
screams and laughter.
A multitude of lights flash...

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As a poet I use words to facilitate.
Whether it is to inspire, for grief, love or debate.
A word to me in rhyming form is God’s gift.
I do not use it for my benefit I use...

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Summer waves goodbye, as it tip toes forward.
Autumn shadows the land, without saying a word.

The hues of fall gradually makes its appearance.
The traces of summer breeze by, saluting in reverence.

Autumn light rain covers over the...

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Days of past and wintry times
The chill of night within my bones
Words that last and cling to rhyme
Crackling flames and yuletide tones

Birds of night sing one last song
Then capture flight to warmer lands
Where they shall...

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Thousands upon thousands 
             of postcards 
  lined up in boxes 
People from different lands 
     milling about...

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