Long Cullen Poems

thermometer reads zero, a chilly breeze blows
  apple cores thrown, the blackbirds feed
  my multi-layered partner dons her wooly hat
  impatiently, she waits for me
  securing covid masks amidst my overcoat
...

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Every January first of the new year...

finds me (a doggone muttering Homo sapien)
to give pause for reminiscences
and to take stock (sh lock and barrel)
about mein kampf in general
and previous three hundred
and sixty five days in...

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There’s a man across the ward from me with a hearing aid that whines,
‘Old age coming on you see, I’m only seventy-nine.
Me hernia’s shot, and so’s me sight, my specs they’re thick like bottle.
But, I...

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Fields where the bondman’s toil
No more shall trench the soil,
Seem now to bask in a serener day;
The meadow-birds sing sweeter, and the airs 
Of heaven with more caressing softness play,
Welcoming man to liberty like theirs.
A...

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As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy,
As I pass by my four year old’s awe toward friendly ghosts down the...

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"Showers and sunshine slowly bring the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back."
       ...

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You stand majestic, proud, glossy
Sometimes you boast graceful curves
That's when they call you Grand, or Baby Grand
To me, you're living and breathing
Full of emotion, comfort and understanding
My heart skips a beat when I see you!
When...

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For me, crazy is a loose term.Crazy is when you 
stare at a pencil and laugh when someone
asks you what you are doing that is so 
interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have...

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Dedicated to a wonderful friend of mine - a song written on my Sophmore year of highschool.
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[Chorus]
Hurricane Ida, she come rollin’ along
Hurricane Ida, she be singin’ this song
She lives in our hearts and souls
It’s where...

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They didn’t understand what I saw
They couldn’t see the deep passion, late at night in those baby blue eyes.
All they saw was a number and a reputation.
So you were 21 and captain of your hockey...

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(after Alfred de Vigny)

He glided through the somber pines, 
a shark in surly ocean. 
In truth, I loved his sleek, low lines, 
the danger in his motion. 

Wild creatures do the best they can 
to...

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Hello my name is Keith Edward Baucum.
I am a black male who was born on the 
day of July 10, 1982.
I'm the youngest out of my mother's seven 
children.
I am from Laurinburg North Carolina. ...

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The Drop								

I am on the white bright bed’s edge
hanging on for dear life, in a dream 
just before sunrise, where it is a ledge
above 5th Avenue.  Fingers gripping the seam 

of the sheet, while...

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Sunday quote, and new poem-

( “And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief” – William Cullen Bryant )


Sad At Twilight Hour Love's Paradise Can Be Lost, With Sunday Quote

Sad at...

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Hapsburg bailiff Gessler’s hollow kow-tow;
was a farce William Tell would disavow.
A hat on a pole!  I'll never bow.  

Such disregard tagged him, non-compliant
in a poem told by William Bryant -
William Tell was the...

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Countee Cullen knew you, and you nectared him
Lambent voice when Harlem was wrapped in night
Artist and rebel, African singer of Grecian hymn
Umbilical to Jamaica, nightingale in Nietzschean flight
Deny not the laurels I lay at your...

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