Long Chronicler Poems

I recall the day she journeyed to the delta from her village above the first cataphract with a New Kingdom attitude and an Old Kingdom strut, inspiring rumors to be passed from shadoof to shadoof...

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Maybe among so many barricades that protect my heart,
I was born to be read once and then locked away for eternity.
To be just a fleeting glance, a passing shadow, never the one that turns heads.
To...

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It was the time when art was king,
Of artists whose praises  we all sing.
Great minds there were in the Renaissance,
Through eons , unsurpassed, with little advance.

Greatness was embodied in the works of art,
In Lorenzo's...

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Chronicler of Events and Emotions

As a Poet and as a Writer . . . 
I’m a Chronicler of Events and Emotions;
I watch, observe, and record all that I see.
It’s truly enough to absorb and understand
Both...

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"A Kind of Poet I Am":

A kind of poet I am, with words that flow free
A weaver of dreams, a painter of sea
My verses are whispers, of secrets untold
A symphony of emotions, young and old

My...

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When I was little I believed God
to be a chronicler of sorts.
Documenting each and every sin
in a big book, high up on the shelf.
Come Judgement he would ask your name,
and run his finger down the...

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FRIDAY, THE 13TH, IS IT AN ANATHEMA?

I, in the bad old days
When medicine derives
Its worth and effectiveness
In the wack-wack days
The herbal and their prayers used to drive away evil spirits.

Our great great grandparents
And our parents...

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One day at noon, a shadow fell to the earth and announced that he was God's 
chronicler and that he had to report important events to The Master.  

All day he followed people around...

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Now that you are here,
take in the sunset
and the flare of wings
catching gold
in sweeping turns down
to water creased with waves
and the foam wind blown
to shore. And here,
the vision of her
tracing the minds
furthest reach in footsteps
upon...

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Chronicler of History

History goes back as you might guess
Through vast tracks of time out there to be cataloged and measured
And a couple minutes more, before the universe was born
It discovered Hobo Jack at home within...

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The Art of a Dying Man
David J Walker

The dam was broken and 
The man trying to save it 
Worked alone

As we watched 
through the lens 
of an iPhone 

hoping to capture 
the moment of collapse...

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WHAT ELSE IS THERE FOR ME

what else is there for me
to write about?
when many thoughts;
have been passed on down
and presented in the past,  
not unlike message sticks,
and beating drums,
from ancient times afore,
for I have...

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Scratch paper of the composer
Is employed for creating song; 
It is useful or functional
To correct the words that go wrong.

Scratch paper of the keen author
Is always there for nifty note; 
Sublime sentence is quickly penned,...

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Countee Cullen knew you, and you nectared him
Lambent voice when Harlem was wrapped in night
Artist and rebel, African singer of Grecian hymn
Umbilical to Jamaica, nightingale in Nietzschean flight
Deny not the laurels I lay at your...

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