Long Conquistadors Poems

Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven...
When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives
a signal upon their eyes that spoke like a siren of ill prophecy to...

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Written: January 22, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Quote: “In the dynamic world society which is the objective of the United Nations, all peoples must have equality and equal rights" By Ralph Bunche,
...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Tulum
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: October/2013


Tulum, 
in the morning sun,
 is like a diamond 
shining brighter 
than
any diamond 
that 
your eye's
will ever see -

Only a few 
can say 
that 
they have seen 
this mythical
wonder...

the Mayan city, 
that stands 
on a rocky 
promontory 
overlooking 
the Caribbean 
sea -

When you're
here 
in this 
ancient city,

you feel
the spirit's 
of 
the 
Maya people,

Who 
discovered
this sacred
place...

the
sea route
that linked
Mexico
to 
Central...

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You can have it all, if you don't need nothing 
Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving 
It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth 
Not like those turntable...

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Yesterday, my professor, with a kind disposition,
Told me that my inability to get the work done, was sometimes not depression at all, but
rather
a lazy refusal to press in to the tedium of scholarship.

A time ago,...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the...

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Reasons

Sometimes we think, 
Sometimes we drink!
Sometimes our mind,
Is lost in liquor or wine!
The trouble between both black and white, 
Is that each see their view as right!
Let's work together for a single master,
Instead of fighting,...

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Realizations 
 
There was a boy, Who played all day.
His name was Jam, He laughed all the way.
Sometimes sad, But others glad.
Sometimes he had, But was very mad.
Until he viewed, A young man stealing a...

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Down,
Up.
What can be expected?
Not much.
If you do not jump,
We can all see limitations!
But the Master can create innovations,
Not the popular way!
But there is a way.
Nothing can be achieved,
As long as you are deceived.
Far from this...

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I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That the sun is a guitar
Who plays in the summer, in...

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Unseen forces like real native spirits
in red clay cliffs who show painted faces.
Singing songs echoed in faint voices:
tattered tribes, shamed souls, sacred spaces.
Hidden hurts of primitive peoples
have effects that only time erases.

Unseen forces from privileged...

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"Laid Upon Their Alters" 

qhapaq hucha 
it begins at birth
the most precious 
resource of all

we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule 

the capacocha 
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed

heads counted...

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(The Spanish conquerors of the
Americas read out their legal
document, the "Requerimiento",
to the Indians.  Failure to comply
meant the Spanish were free to
do what they wanted.)

Conquistadors in Vera Cruz 
found themselves a radical ruse. 
If pillaging...

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We’re in the common room, Lisa and I. It’s Friday afternoon, about 2 - It’s partly-sunny and 45°f. outside. We’ve claimed the two squares of temporary rectangular sunlight like the Spanish conquistadors of old once...

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COVID-19 pandemic analogous how indigenous peoples got felled...

Woebegone, enraged spirits
holographic images taciturn
journeying somberly aghast
at their stolen sacred lands... mourn
dead souls impossible mission

sabotaged aery mission endeavor
happy hunting grounds upheaval
witnessed gaunt bloody sojourn,
perhaps collective aboriginal ghosts return
to...

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Do we see the world 
through rose coloured glasses 
Durst cut up the bodies of people
Psychologists say
He must have a mental illness
perhaps but the spanish
conquistadors cut up the bodies
of american indian babies
did they all have...

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Aye, Spanish Needles, far from native shore
We the Diaspora exult to meet
Though our station, not what we dreamt of yore
Is battered by grimy dust and slimed sleet
Aye, Spanish Needles, still unbowed you stand
A dazzling prince...

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Reasons

Sometimes we think, 
Sometimes we drink!
Sometimes our mind,
Is lost in liquor or wine!
The trouble between both black and white, 
Is that each see their view as right!
Let's work together for a single master,
Instead of fighting,...

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From river to the sea, an ocean of blood, filled with cries of children;
peace is broken, homes destroyed, lives shattered, a sea of refugees fleeing torrential bombs, under the ether of Western civilization resisting a...

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When doves on evenings, calm and still, call out a hollow tone,
They rouse a medley, old as time, so few have ever known.
The whispered lines of its refrains resound of yesterday,
In ancient tales and bygone...

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She is a widow, never wanting to marry again, never defiling her vows, 
her five children have moved to other parts of the United States;
and they seldom visit her, except on the very special season...

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I couldn’t bend my knee 100 degrees today at Therapy

It’s been a month since surgery and I still can’t get it to bend 

10 

more 

degrees.

10 More Degrees

10 More Degrees and
the trajectory of that officer’s...

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A nice Freudian Quote: " We are imprisoners in the realm of life,
like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean."

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Row, row, the boat, love to feel the blast, 
Of sea wind over...

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PART I.

I.
each night...
I think about the moment when we'll vanish 
on the doormat of an empty house
because I know some day they will come - 
the malignant conquistadors and their moon colored hounds
when this century...

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I've heard it said that if all the people 
who ever lived and died, were buried together, 
it would fill the size of Spain.

No gazpacho, no El Greco 
No Flamenco and no Bolero
Just row upon...

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