Long Clammed Poems

When Marcelino Manuel da Graca aka Sweet Daddy Grace came to town.
 At an early age, I must admit that I was excited along with the majority of the Black community of the South East...

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Glory be to God for dappled things! 
Look, Mina, where the wanton wind 
is chasing the cloud shadows 
across the dale! They skip like hares! 
Throw open both doors, front and back - 
abandon care!...

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He pushed her rapidly to the edge so many times
But she was a good girl, she told herself, shutting out her grandma’s voice
Poison him! Her grandmother urged. Showing her which herbs to gather.
His anger filled...

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Last night’s slumber found me in an evening, cloud forest;
a plethora of mosses covered the ground and I found myself walking on a palette of green hues as night’s curtain fell.  Humidity clammed my...

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Just for a moment, open your mind to all possibilities.  Whatever you dream, you can do and create.  Then probabilities have opportunities, by which they can manifest.

When the radio was manifested, everyone believed...

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Too many witnesses, it will be a buster clutch, they’ll get mean.
Chief of police always gets his boxers in a bunch at a crime’s scene
I am a novice, and an intern. It is my first...

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I went to see the "Rolling Stones"- they rocked! 
I had two tickets to see "Cher" in concert, I kept them both 
A "Moody Blues" concert got cancelled, I heard they couldn't tolerate each other...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot


Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No...

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...inspiration from 'Preludes' by T.S. Eliot

Loose leaves rustle. 
The grey light of evening dips and sways. 
Evening birds bleat
their lonely tattoo. 
Gone are the jays and the wagtails, 
the burnt-out end of smoky days.

No fancy...

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MOONLIGHT SILHOUETTE
      
                      A guy on the dance floor,...

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Well how does it feel?
I was wrong and you were right.
You looked at me with delight but that didn't last too long.

You made up all these excuses.
You said it was your sister who answered my...

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PAS MUET

I am a puppy here
The smallest
The skinniest
The silentest (is that even a word)
Stotteraar
Bègue

I wheel my wheels among them
The alpha dogs
The loud ones
I am silent
Bègue

My eyes are open wide
I watch them
Follow their every move
My mouth...

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In the twilight, it seems to be so lonely, depressing and emotional. Thoughts seem to be forgotten and unsettle. My canton doesn't feel the same anymore. I arise with pain threw my entire bag of...

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Three minutes was all I had to speak to you today
I wonder, were my words enough for you to think of me
As you stare at your fire alone tonight in the cool moonlit glare
Do my...

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