Long Denis Poems

L'Assimilation – Non! Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “Assimilation – No !” by T. Wignesan

Born Kathleen Jean Mary RUSKA on November 3, 1920, in the North Stradbroke Island, off Queensland, she was deemed as an aboriginal...

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1.

On the 27th day of April in 
Nineteen Ninety-Four,

Freedom was won, at long last.

The battles were many, the foe 
brutal,

Apartheid tore our southern tip 
of the continent of Africa apart,

it’s notions of racial-superiority,

its religious fundamentalism,

its...

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Manchester United 1958-3 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground
Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so...

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So shocking was that news from France,
we stared at TVs in a trance;
no way to understand.
Those young and old without a chance
were taken down in wide expanse.
Such horror had been planned.

Who could have then foreseen...

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Dedicated to Donald Duck


You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables

Kellyanne Conway
   She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark...

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Past My Sell By Date

               
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Well boys and girls, the staff here at Lim’rik Flats is very pleased to announce the first ever GIGGLE-OF-THE-DAY award goes to:

(insert drum roll, ticking tock, annoying quasi-music and extremely annoying pause like they do...

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on January 14th at MCNY on the 14th floor
a meeting was held on how to build up the Security Division more
we started off with introductions and learning a little bit about each other
a team-building endeavor...

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Lord Denis Healey was an intellectual Labour MP, 
Who represented Leeds in the Commons for 40 years,
From 1952 until 1992,
When he could at last objectify as a Lord his real tears.

He was a Beach Master...

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The Little Match Girl

She sits all alone 
On the pavement so cold
Selling her matches 
At just eight years old

The snowflakes fall
And cover her head
She's so hungry its days
Since she was properly fed

She holds out her...

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...my paris begins with those early days as as a conscious flaneur I recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty white girl...

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He came with murderous intent
To the Manchester Arena he went
His heart full of vitriol and hate
With a bomb to seal their fate

I wonder if he thought at all
About the kids that there would fall
I don't...

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my paris begins with 
those early days 
as a conscious flaneur 
i recall the couple 
seated opposite me 
on the metro 
when i was still innocent 
of its labyrinthine complexity 
slim pretty white girl 
clad...

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				Lux Nova
			(after Notre Dame)

The light at Suger's
	 St. Denis
precursor for mighty Notre Dame
Paints both floors in color.
Transliterated from the glass of guilds
	Tracery and mullions 
Adumbrate
A story in late winter's light
Perhaps enough, barely enough
	Enough of an...

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Dunblane
                         
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What if all Africans returned home?
The cradle of humankind would be rescued.
The hungry wolves would be kept at bay.
Mother Nature would be preserved.
Even at a high price to pay.

What if all Africans returned home?
Lives of...

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I turned
The TV
On.
The first five minutes
The CNN news:
Two prostitutes
Were
Found 
Decapitated
And dumped 
In two separated
Bags
After being
Beating. 
This I call 
Peace time 
Casualty.
Followed 
By five minutes
Of commercial:
Drug for obese
The next five minutes
The war on freedom
In Iraq
Local news
Car...

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colour
attracts a
bee here and there-
but fragrance stops it in 
its tracks

over
the stubble
carrion crows-
the game-keeper heads home
for tea

August
shaded gold
becomes monsoon-
berries rot beneath the
bramble.

a drop
of water
upon  the ground-
forever lost,without
a sound

inspired by 2 sam 14:14

Kisses
and cuddles
with whispered...

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I once was a farmer
I worked the land
I reaped the corn 
With a scythe in my hand

I ploughed my furrow
I sowed my seed 
I grew my crops
My family to feed

One day hot and thirsty 
With...

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It’s forty tears ago this month
That earth day came about
When it was first suggested
It’s success showed lots of doubt.

For many, many years
According to our sources
There wasn’t much concern
For the Earth and it’s resources.

During the 1960’s
Conservationists...

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Just another lonely hotel room in another lonely town
The night is cold and I feel old
And there is no one else around
I need another lonely heart to keep me company
I feel like I'm swimming in...

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Villanelle : Who dares to doubt must he questions address Fate

Who dares to doubt must he questions address Fate
Let tears on High Holy Mass spill down the Seine
Would one propose to the Lord what's not...

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If ever humanity
A committee should chose
Its case for mercy before our Lord to present
Has better 
The Congolese doctor Mukwege include
For
Its request to have a chance to be granted!

He is a man:
Of God
Of love
Of compassion 
Of...

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Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture, 
Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture;
With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica,
Found its place In Saint-Denis Cathedral Basilica...!

Modestly outsized splash-smeared gorgeous goblet casements,...

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St. George May not be English
By Bob Moore(c) 2016

St. George may not be English
but he’s England’s Patron Saint
St. Patrick is Saint of Ireland
but an Irishman he ain’t

St David was a Welshman
but St Andrew, not a...

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