Long Columbian Poems

ABSOLUTLY NO FEAR OF YOUR THREATS FROM 1959 BASIC HEROIN ADDICT ADDICTED TO FENTANYL TODAY THE ROYAL FAMILY SPEAKS PERHAPS THROUGH SAINT ROYAL PLACE WHEN GUNMAN ARRIVED TO END MY LIFE FOR BEING AN INFORMANT...

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It was a nasty war.

To call it an UnCivil War
is to avoid an obvious oxymoron
as embarrassing as Military Vitriolic Intelligence
through lack of Anger and Fear Management,
violently over-industrious absence of mutual civility.

We were too optimistic
about democracy's...

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Mayan Poetry Translations

The Receiving of the Flower
excerpt from an ancient Mayan love poem
translation by Michael R. Burch

Let us sing overflowing with joy
as we observe the Receiving of the Flower.
The lovely maidens beam;
their hearts leap in...

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Brave Conquerors Of Weakened Tribes

They could never in any great haste
their false glory dare to forsake.
Why abandon that gleam in their eyes
for truth in those sad tomorrows?

Dwell not in that bitter splendor
A victor with a...

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The Banquet At Cajamarca, Atahualpa, Peru

Darkness reigned that day, its blades slashing
Blood flowed its red, death its might flashing
The holy enlightened, in their feasting elan' 
Frenzied with greed murdered again and again
Massacre - born, demon-fed...

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When I watch how you so gracefully move,
there are not enough words
to describe how I feel about you
This is just my unabridged heart speaking true
Adminiculate ...
Here is the evidence, the supporting proof:
after all these years,...

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FIFA was run by crooks and became the mafia.
They selected the world cup hosts of Qatar and Russia,
but who was corrupt the most, South Africa?

All three countries never qualify but large quantities disguised
in paper envelopes...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline...

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From my alarm's first beckoning
until that first Venti Columbian at Starbuck's,
I knew the day could be filled with stress.
There was an endless Leadership Staff
meeting where Hanrahan imposed his 
histrionic will on all the less gifted...

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This very morning when I awoke, I thought someone had played a joke. I checked the pot, it was bone dry. I checked the pantry and started to cry - no coffee!

So, I got dressed...

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I
"Good morning. Jesus Loves You," I say
To passers by, with my calm shalom
I feel good, they feel good. But ought we?
Since Columbus sailed the Ocean blue ...
There's been a holocaust on the earth
The other one,...

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too clever to sit on four legs
i lean back on the two
that teeter and teeter
as i tap on the keys

in the half fetal
legs bent at the knees
they teeter and teeter
i'd say sixty degrees

im tipping, im...

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Black Violets-n-Pink Roses, God revealed his self 2 me, somehow like he did Moses, like the Sun is to the Earth, I’m so important, sales from transported Columbian Cain, done provided me with a major...

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Under a corner street lamp,
she waits for her prince.
Another hobo in the gutter,
who's been drinking ever since.

Bandana wearing street gangs,
two-time peddling corner thugs.
Cocaine dreams of the seventies,
the columbian high roller's drugs. 

Dames and broads none...

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She sits alone most days most nights, perched in corner with her pipe
       smoking  rock she holds on tight only to fade into the light of the flickering
...

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Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Filled with joy and filled with cake and presents
And if I must, I will throw in cents 
A pair, of...

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Strolling in dreamy Ipanema!
Our long, planned, dream trip came true.
Stiil in wrapped in beads of love to forever be!
Angelic fantasia, bronzed, Columbian you.

We angels, in love, though decades have passed!
Looking into the...

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The bald skinny guru is preaching serenity.
I alone 
(because of my constantly revved-up synapses
and mugs of Columbian coffee),
can hear the angry kamikaze bee raging in his skull.
Only I see that gory grub work of his...

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A drug crazed world spins on ever faster.
Bodies tumble out of that carousel
never to be seen again.
Once whirling dervishes twirled
now they stagger and fall drunkenly.
Molestation hangs in the air
drooling its perilous lava.
All control is folly,

and...

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Yeah yeah yeah 
fair trade columbian fair trade in the cup
wishing it was sheets but I got 
they tell me thats life

and I guess (though having o 
other way to be convinced to 
contrary results)
those...

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               Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars



             The cozy, round,...

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