Long Compatriot Poems

I wonder if everyone
has a most dreaded dreamed
nightmare worst way 
to conscientiously drop wrong dead.

Mine is claustrophobi-recallish buried
half alive at best is worse
in a wooden rough pine crate.

I'm feeling angry with those who raped,
then buried...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXX -  Bang! Bang! Who Shot Me Down like an Un-licensed Pariah 
Dog ! Follow Up !

IF ever I had a country, a country without a dim shadow...

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In a little ultra Leftist bastion called Berkley
a congregation of American Libertarians came,
it was March 4th and proud patriots marched forth
in solidarity for America's freedoms,
celebrating inherent rights with gratitude
most of all the 1st Amendment was...

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Thomas Lonigan 1844 to 1878 (34 years old)

Tom Lonigan married Charlotte in the Irish town of Bella Sligo.
He knew for her only the best life to give, to Australia they would go.
In 1871 Melbourne township...

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"ORDINARY PEOPLE"
         
In a world full of some billion people
Only a trigger of fear and the heart would be rendered cripple
All men alike, are prone to react...

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I had a cat that marked his territory right
into our TV – fried the whole thing
But I will not graffiti my alleyways with
crude phalli,
Spewing armchair warrior slogans across the concrete

My best friend growing up was...

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Sugary mix roiling in a saucepan in the heart
of the house: a light-filled kitchen where family meals
were taken in lieu of the dining room, thought of by me
in two words: 'formality' and 'dark', whereas, windows
and...

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In this green land,
We do not breathe Oxygen,
We breathe fear for we do not know 
where and when the next bomb or shot 
will fall,
In this green land,
We do not speak the language of love,
It's...

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Poem:  
      LET THEM BREATHE
Every single girl sings in a different tone
Some dance to the melodious lifestyle of their family 
While some show their teeth to portray fake smile...

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They call me Moro,
not the Moors of Africa,
they insult me more,
and I assumed adore,
but in a good way ...

Colonial mind say;
"A good Moro is a dead Moro",
in a slur way,
and the Compatriot slaves;
says, a Moro-Moro...

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VOYAGE
we got to the shore
with a common goal to score
who sees us through the vast?
the lot was cast
it fell on  goat 
to paddle the boat afloat

never was such a story told
but who could be...

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I'm the monkey on your back, I'm the whisper in your ear.
I fill your heart with want, stare, covet and leer.
You think I'm not a part of you, believe that I'm not there.
And then I...

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If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be my senate
and their satisfaction my template.

If I were the president
all...

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My blues-loving, Chicago poet and 
amicable compatriot!
Now....somewhere up in those skies.
You were well known and published, too!
And your poetry drove me insane.
Depressing, negative verses!
Words all in vain.

I don't know whatever damaged
your psyche to such dire perdition.
You had...

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Salt which good can I do, even to qualify award?
Consumers will complain, 'you exceeded it is the problem'!
Decreasing is blame, 'you deny our comfort'!
Salt which Good can I do, to be praised in the Broth?

Poor...

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One beautiful afternoon
With my precious bicycle I roam around
In a city of love where couples are in love
And I give each girl a rose
The couples--- at their most beautiful smile
A picture of perfect pulchritude

And the...

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In a wide street of commuters and passers by
rare is road disorder, measured in a small scale
busy minds, walking legs, punchers of devices,
a quick censors and smart gadgets top the stats
sitting, walking, eating or talking,...

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To you, Geoffrey, congratulation
On your gladdening Graduation
Well-deserved: the standing ovation:
You are ready to serve your nation….

However, I fear, from your bedroom,
As you wait for the right job to loom!
Spurious has been the worshipped oil boom,
A...

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The times are changing,
and it doesn't help that
there are millions of people
seeing a rock and thinking
a poem, and a stained glass
window stretches across
everything, to break language
apart at the seams, because
one man's tears, are another's
fury, a...

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Formed from the seed of love thoughts prime
a child was woven heroine
biblical prophetess in time
Deborah was such, a name chosen, mine.

Like a lightening bolt was she conceived
a joining of aspirant souls
seeking other primal roles
into a...

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CAMPED

 I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation

The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one...

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CAMPED

 I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation

The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one...

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CAMPED

 I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation

The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one...

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CAMPED

 I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation

The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one...

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CAMPED

 I am from a corn-tree
where people are divided into three
yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation.
he alone will get us away from molestation

The youth are dying every minute
for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts.
no one...

Read More