Long Cloths Poems

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
–“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats 

“I love you...

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We are human being with a soul
We were taken from the North and South Pole
And left in a basket at the flagpole
If all the relics in history were unfold
You would discover that the real threshold
Is...

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 I am a Son of an African American
I run
my turmoils taints the history books
yet people give me evil looks
I run
I choose
Yet I am 
Black and blue, this is my physical hurt

Been given a name...

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We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and that's clear where he'd spent his life.
Downstairs had been quite...

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Constitution Street is where the Devil Meet
On constitution Street you can find many thieves
Pick pockets, phone snatchers, and money grabbers
Wine bibbers, idle men and youth, 
Hanging around with their hands in their pockets
Looking for something...

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sitting in silance on the ground..
with the best raggesd used cloths i own..
that was worn by someone before...
yet thats all i have to dress me up..
to cover and to represent myself..
as a human to this...

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The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound starts rumbling in...

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-Shannon isnt my real identity
-Shes only a mask
-That iv had on for 26 years
-She was never real
-Not to me anyways
-She had my personality
-But she didnt sound like me
-Feel like me
-Or even look like me
-Im not...

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What is love?
A sea of nonexistence
both tranquil and calamitous
where the mind
does not dare enter.
(Rumi, M. Mafi, "Day By Day", p. 120, 2014, Hampton Roads)

What is timeless synergy?
Our sea of coexistence
both confluent and dissonant
where blind consciousness
seldom...

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More money makes themselvs better,
Such fancy cloths and shoes made with real leather,
They judge not knowing what happens behind the curtain,
They dont see the lost soul hidden,
Beneath the skin holds only darkness within,
Unless you have...

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Moments to Reflect
What’s real?
Fantasy is described by Webster’ dictionary as: “more or less connected series of mental images, as daydreams, usually involving some unfulfilled desires”. Reality is described as “the quality of being true to...

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Moments to Reflect
What’s real?
Fantasy is described by Webster’ dictionary as: “more or less connected series of mental images, as daydreams, usually involving some unfulfilled desires”. Reality is described as “the quality of being true to...

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After Secondary School..
All your classmates have gone in different directions in the world.

Some have completed universities and are now:
Doctors, 
Engineers, 
Teachers, 
Pilots, 
Lawyers, 
Administrators, etc.

Some are married, 
Some have given birth,
Some are still searching and...

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WHEN I GOT STABBED

The blade went through my flesh like a knife through melting butter.
Thoughts ran through my head as I bled out, like no more will I see my mother
Anger and rage streamed through...

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It’s never too late to cut a slice of cake and walk through that deceptive gate and leave everything behind and take a journey with the divine. It is never too late to part with...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces, John Ruskin, 1853

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I had no friends and was totally striped of personal pride and self respect.          ...

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There was once a minister who moved to San Francisco to pastor a little church.  The name of that little church was Emmanuel which means “God with us”.  There was an atmosphere about...

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NO PLACE LIKE HOME
 
   would you like to hear a story, that grandma once told
its about an old train, that grandpa once rode
 
   the story starts out when my...

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Direct clay was turned into required elements
parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion
to set in every function in as pottery style,
osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage,
limes were to join each point of the body...

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Form: Free-Verse

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of...

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I remember the first time I read a book,
then I went to the era of Robin Hook.


then eventually I used to become a character,
that I admired the most because of the chapter.


I have dined with...

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Oh unto to us a child is born!
Unto to us a child was given!
This special child came from
God the Father in heaven's
lofty heights above. All because
of God's redeeming love. *

Oh Christ the Lord was born
unto...

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Too many lives are floating in this flood wave

Mon Ami,

I am honored to be included in your exposition
Theological border walls

You were opening your glittering purse, 
A set of cloth line clips,

I was gazing there
From a...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No...

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