Long Clayed Poems

Test many people are unaware this
 relishing the thought
 Many things have been purchased and bought
 what is a human a thing
 Unless my color is my being
Been birth and born
Shackled dragged and torn
Been a...

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The rain---sounds like catapults fired on our roof 
drops like palm kernels---splash on the back cover
 of our black pots, Stamping the roof like horse 
galloping on a...

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The night I bed in darkness,
The moon I kissed good night,
The stars I embraced formally,
The sky I waved a thousand hands;
The song I sang to the owl of the night
But I  did nothing to...

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Along the tracks of Grandma's quaint backyard, her lavender perfume reminded me of my early teenhood,
digging the soil to thresh the roots as I buried seeds through its clayed womb.

 In this late hour, my...

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He sat among the broken Calabash
With a broken red lips weeping.
His elephant like muse hidden behind
The earthless atmosphere crying like a child.
His venom birthed sadness among the sadist,
He watched the parrotted parrots parrotting by;
They were...

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They put their concerns on the
large container in the corner
it was enough for me to tease their imagations
of it's content.
It had a music notes on the side
and made mention of
awareness
it

one side sported a scence of
a...

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Oh! This train so superb
So still of lots dreams
Many of which we all absorb
The state full of huge worries
A state to get in unwillingly.

To one corner a man wonders
The other cage women cry
Unaltered yells of...

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I am soaring above canopies of an olive kingdom, 
singing sagas of untamable freedom, to whistling mistrals,
as a choir of tropical rain-forests serenade a wild chorus,
my rare perfumed wings unfurl strength~pirouetting like a ballerina in...

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green as foliage’s in the sun;
Beauties are forever.
resplendent as the constellation
of stars,
Sunshine's are gems, rare;
of creatures divinely clayed.

hues of gold,
scents of tulips.
the charm, of a river nymph
fleshed-up in the graces of 
heaven - Sublime.

angels are...

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flowing, carousing, swirling on libra
winds, the tips of floral thumbs
spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl
caressing lips of leaves
more temperate in shades of october’s
fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia,
deepening the incense of quite solitude
away from the burst...

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A tribulation of torment and pain;
Lunacy of the mind's deepest recess.
A profound hurt no man would ever fain;
A heinous cry he would try to suppress.

Madness begets temptation ere' we sin;
An aggrieved mind is our darkest...

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Comes now the hush of white flowers
as borealis crawls into the night,
my spirit enfolding light 
of incandescent earthly bowers...
clayed marbles tint the hours
dazzling me with budding sprite,
comes now the hush 

And to feel sand and...

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