Long Clays Poems

All efforts tabled on Nigeria;
Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage, 
Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria 
But never admit it is the cause of this age. 

Upon the solid manifesto, 
That touches all sectors:
Picturing California's Barstow, 
To cajole...

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In pitch black night there is no color, 
For light is color's revealer.
In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected, 
White is all the colors from a billion rainbows,...

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Legends live their life, off the track….
God give them things, in a different pack…
Pack of pain…agony n dismay….
Which burns them hard n baptize through the way…
Then they do something, which’s remembered till the end…
N that’s...

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My husband is a shooter,
Which isn't always fun,
As every weekend 
He's out somewhere with his gun.
So quality time together 
Can sometimes be quite sparse,
"But I have to have a hobby."
He tells me with a laugh.

Our...

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this is the house we were made.
a house papa and mama’s colors joined together.
we have the map of this building in our palms,
we could not allow it to exile us like the tortoise
who exiled its...

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In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly,
Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night,
Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of silence,
Breathe...

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Stones I Have Known

I know that stone - scoured smooth beneath the tread
Of workers' feet too early out of bed.
It sparkled finely to my childish sight,
A treasure rare, lit up by morning light. 
Its drooping...

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closest to the beginning
it was demonstrated through
each defining word
spoken, until each person
heard his or her's function
either solution
settled each problem
these beginnings different
and  each ending different
similarities and differences
these to extract the pure pungent flavor
of the essence...

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For words were my clays and in wisdom they were burnt
The Potter the mighty One his clays He tender to
smoothen that they be made into shapes
4:1 Hear, ye children, the instruction 
of a father, and...

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Rise slowly from eastward, O western setting sun! Blaze
                     Anew!  Get up, swell the...

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(for: Homer, the Greek Master)

Now, do you sit on these Grecian rubbles,
O, desert god of old Greek ruins!
Didst thou across this earth match
O, Homerus! the gods’ bright eye,
On whom many a mad mortal dares to...

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I resume the world soap,
'Cos by celestials' rule i cannot cope.
Bind i myself to this world by luxury rope,
That by faith i'll be firm,even if a slope.
And to all my crafts entrusted and dope!

I will...

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How burns the fire of life
whose fuel and air are resentment and hate?
The flames of those elements burn white-hot
yet they warm not.
Fully stoked their hearths burn, char, and ruin.
They leave scarred all who do not...

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On the shoulders of avid days 
I stride on its lips with a pot made of clays 
Inquest of fecund fields to preen what pays
Both the days we suture its coral  rays 

And days...

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Detroit gave me birth
like the snapping of 
sheet metal, and her streets
still bleed.

But Missouri taught me
			to see.

The Germans came
Grooming the valleys
	     with white frame houses
gripping the hills 
	   ...

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Molten gold glistening among the priceless, fathomless dragon lair
Born of crystallized dragon riders, Ariennada knew to love them and to care
They nurtured her in their olden ancient ways
She who had birthed herself, in their cave...

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that bleeding Lamb
His bleeding wounds
non to tend
Wounds that heal
every broken heart
That eternal plaster
of Paris 1Peter 2:24

Sent His Son 
A bleeding Reed
Bled for all yet 
The greatest donor

Forsaken breath
Choked with air
That we may breath
Air to life

In...

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It was the time,
When there was no sign of dawn and dusk
Hot summers and chilled winters gave us new tasks
Heavy storms and rains brought us holidays
In return, we gifted boats of papers and clays

It was...

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My glaring eyes sneak a look at
The clear spring waters 
In the water jug (karuwa) –
The pure appearance of my face
Reflected like in the mirror
Strike against the inner surfaces 
Split into bits and pieces
With dispersal...

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The Lake Side Church
David J Walker

The Lake Side Church reminds me
That Jesus walked on water
Jesus fed fish to the 
Uncounted multitudes
Jesus calling out to Peter 
and his brothers 
to abandon their boats and nets 
and...

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One very heavy night
Dark, gloomy and pouring
It poured unceasing
Fear augustly visited my sight.

My brothers in the rain
To fetch for our stomachs' gain.

This fear invited my shaking hands
Grabbing hurriedly, tarpaulin weapon
Miry clays.... wetlands
my weary legs struggled...

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I met a pretty queen 
whose eyes sparkled like  
the diamonds of Sierra Leone 
whose lips as red and hot  
as chili pepper 
whose cheeks charmingly dark 
as the night skies 
whose hair...

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Triggers are red,
barrels are blue.
Smith and Wesson
I love you!

Targets are set,
guns are sighted.
In my hand,
I get excited!

Bore snakes out
Hoppe’s too
be good to them
they’ll be good to you!

NB: I have a great photo of my grandson's...

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I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --  
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on the thrilling
rose, dripping luscious color
with scent – Clays-of-clouds
inspiring mental needing...

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Dark clay breeds seeds of discontent,
Broken cries fills eyes of swollen red,
The field of dreams beyond my reach,
My world of words the elected dead.

It's time to unwalk this clouded dream,
The rich clay within has taken...

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