Long Craftsmen Poems

Humanity keeps looking forward, toward the coming of a birth,
and we’re all deemed as equals on our first day on this earth,
but as the years go quickly by our lives become our own;
we’re seen as...

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(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11 (d) cont...

Thus the boarding of the parties 
Was a speedy operation 
Very soon the whole flotilla
Sailed toward the open ocean

This wide bay from which the ships set
Sail is called the...

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Vasava
An untold story 						Part 04/Many

VASAVA’S TEMPLE OF ART PALACE

Rulers and the most renowned riches of Patilputra 
And of the kingdom of Magadh,
Use to visit her Palace to see her splendid,
Daily dance and songs performances
While watching...

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In the whispering silence of a moonlit night,
where stars wink like old friends,
I drift along the river of my thoughts,
an unbound stream of consciousness,
Flowing through the landscapes of potential and purpose,
where dreams dwell like forgotten...

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Under the sun and moon, flawed men linger in the cold 
Who in the mist of darkness, cut and rip apart trees eons old 
While stepping on grass and insects for wood to be sold...

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest

Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust
 
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Destiny demands that we be the debtor 
that we sacrafice for the skin of our future,
We left the cradle of the Caucasuses to explore,
to plant the dreams of our Creator,
venturing into the virgin chaos
where the...

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A BALLAD TO THE ANCESTORS

Like ripened fruits plucked from a flourishing tree,
They were stolen from a lush paradise garden;
A self sustained dwelling having no need of a warden;
A beautiful paradise where all could work and...

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Poem: This Rock
Poet: Ken Jordan
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2012


This rock
This Holy 
piece of stone -

 Bestowed  upon
the Pueblo People
of the 
Tribal Nations
by the 
Great Spirit,

some
seven thousand
years ago -

Gave way to
a Ceremonial 
tribal gatherings
to
give
thanks, honor
and prayers
to the
Great Spirit
for blessing
them with ,

This...

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At the six-thirty PM of our lives,
when we are retiring from the places where we were at dawn,
where we wandered through the labyrinth of time,
with memories clinging to the corners of our clothes, with dreams...

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Why A Poem Is More Than Ink On A Page

Why a poem is more than ink on a page
its heart, soul and sweet treasure at any age
can be expressing sorrows and deep rage
or gems of...

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In times to come, heavy as steel that freezes stories yet untold,
The sky wraps itself in ash of thoughts yearning to be confined.
Silent streets converge towards a doubtful, mechanical horizon,
Where the sobriety of hope seems...

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I know you.  You walk in the mists of human memory.
You are the archer.... a traveler in time.
I saw your work one day.  In flint, a bit of symmetry.
Lost, or maybe discarded, a...

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Welo and Shewa 
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.

She adored the unquietness...

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In every man's dearest thoughts,
in his true and deepest self, this one thing draws breath.
In some, it blazes like a roaring flame,
indelible, unquenchable;
in others, the beast slumbers, mighty but patient -
biding its time for the...

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I 
hate 
the 
oppression 
you 
so 
heavily 
bear 
upon 
my 
mind. 
Made 
carry 
heavy 
loads 
like 
a 
donkey, 
messed 
up 
my 
views 
like 
the 
sight 
of 
the 
blind. 
I 
know 
no 
more 
what 
I 
knew...

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Excavations expose stunning skulls of history,
Where-around emblazoned scripts cultures and creatures;
Minds of human beings and their mass mystery,
The whole lot that surrounds them with all true features...

Be it Rosetta stone or Ashurbanipal's,
Troy or king Tut's...

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I want to attach stuff to the ceiling of my house.
The house is full, the walls are saturated. The ceiling is blah.
All white, boring, basic, not quite clean, but bland.
The tables are cluttered, no one...

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Peace be still, strike thy pose
Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen
Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait
Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace
Family ties, adornment to each
All is well with...

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an average of 2,830 cubic meters

per second of rich silt

forms an alluvial plain 

spreads outward in a fan shape

from sedimentary deposit whereby

ancient Egyptian civilizations got built

adorning arid topography invaluable

like aorta pumping blood at the nape

of...

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When do the trains, moving with charm?
Flights will be opening their gigantic arms,
Rail will be meeting her dear sweet heart,
Vehicles will be flying, making road so smart.

Tools are not making noise; lying very sad,
Saw tooth...

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RE-INVENTING THE WHEEL


The universe rhymes with poetry of motion
Ecstasy expressed in lyrical expansion
Where nothing stays stubbornly static 
For the laws of motion aren’t erratic.

The rhythm of life is poetry in motion
Trudges on time with triple...

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Its sonorous tone has struck the hours for well over a hundred years,
But time hath surely taken its toll on its weary wheels and gears.
'Tis built of sturdy oak by craftsmen who took pride in...

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Villanelle : Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone Stockade

Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade
Not yearning for success excuses each seek to elude
Fame stops at no stranger's...

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