Long Cleveland Poems

This is a story about Freddie and Flo,
They lived in Baltimore a long time ago.
It might be called a May-September romance
And shows how love can blossom if it's given a chance.
Flo taught Sunday School, her...

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/by Vicki Acquah


Before, when we were young; 
We were together all of us.. 
Awhile back when you were young,
I was youthfully older-We were
together back then as space and time 
had arranged.

As some of us were...

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The massacres of our beautiful people must STOP.
It is unconscionable to destroy so many lives
For selfish and hatred reasons. God, in his archives, 
Have recorded everything, which occurred, from top
To bottom, from sunset to sunrise,...

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The high road, the low road, did it ever occur to the Thinker?                      ...

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On a sunny day in late September
we were on our way to Runswick Bay,
on a walk that we gladly remember,
meeting people on the Cleveland Way.

Assorted folk with the same idea
taking in distant views over the...

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"If the drinks rob her balance from her beautiful feet
there my arms will be outstretched for her to meet
And each season we spend apart from the other
I will think of her always and never another
No...

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Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes...

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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually) Kakadu song man of Gulf town
Karumba Australia

Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane...

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to...

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Grandma's Apron

In the corner I see a folded apron,  brown with years of stain.
As I draw it to my searching eyes,  I see the sweat and feel the pain.

All the years of toiling...

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One fateful day, we got the call
The words received, started it all.
“Your son has cancer, please come see”
So we flew out, but where was she?

By your bedside, we both would stay
Waiting for news, along the...

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In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids

After...

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In the little town called Cleveland
Some many years ago
In a high school gymnasium
Met a group of girls and boys
Since early in their childhood
They were plagued by many peers
Because they lacked
The perfect look
Like many other kids

After...

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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually)Kakadu song man of Gulf town Karumba Australia

Stay alive in 55 and...

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Guion Stewart Bluford Jr.
Most noted
 (born November 22, 1942)
 is an American aerospace engineer, retired U.S. Air Force officer 
and fighter pilot, 
and former NASA astronaut, 
He who is the first African American
 and the...

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FRIENDS

I never had a lot of friends when I was just a boy,
It seemed that making fun of me was what would bring them joy.
And when I got to teenage years the friends that I...

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A gift to our country from France, she 
stands majestically in New York Harbor, 
an icon of freedom and this country.
			
Her importance is not new,
yet our nation remains in awe of her.
She exists because long...

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STUCK ON BE LIE FS
Gives me the Creeps

People Laugh and get "tickled pink" when I respond to them by saying "I have forgotten more than you ever knew". Well, it’s usually true, I get tickled...

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She was taken by bears, that was the consensus,
dragged off in her sleeping bag; tracks confirmed.

Later the child was eaten, but not before she died of old age.

She lodged with the Grizzlies, growing sturdy, unusually...

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the city is closing for the night
stores draw their blinds one by one 
every street is dark save for the dim 
Downtown streetlights bending at the neck

like weighted stems of steel. Rockefellers 
and Carnegie have...

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METRO BOULOT DODO  -  GOING HOME AFTER WORK



Bobo               going home to a clown
Cocoa      ...

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Glimpses I caught between the swishing traffic 
on that sidewalk in cold rain and colder wind 
and a cast-off Cleveland Browns windbreaker: a man 
tottering a mime of an off-center grandfather clock, 
and, oh yes,...

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I remember you and I
How we sat to lunch summer after summer
I remember you and I
The small scope critic and the pearl sweet preacher
We lunched in the Bronx, feasted
In Manhattan, the wasted
Cancer fled, I have...

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She was taken by bears;
that was the unlikely consensus -
dragged off in her sleeping bag, 
tracks confirmed.

She lodged with the grizzlies, 
growing sturdy, unusually hirsute
for a human girl, 
but pretty in a wide-bottomed way.
Eventually she...

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She stands beautiful, pride in the sky 
The first lady of my countryside 
Watching over both town and tide 
I'm gonna climb her one more time before I die.  

Cast my ashes way up...

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