Long Displacing Poems

On a magnificent morning, in the fragrant month of July,
I was heading to a new job, amidst the golden butterflies.

For I had been hired by Nasa's, Langley Research Center,
To work on new projects, and to...

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Like the breathless air of twilight,
As the moon softly rises and tempts the stars
Into the quiet revelations, admissions
Grace, splendor, magnificence…
Painting the dreams with a quivering ink,
Spilled upon the emptiness beneath the still, white page,
Simplicity at...

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There was a garden gnome named Griselda
who lived by my back garden gate
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
to Gregor, her poor garden mate.

She screeched and she stomped as she threw things
like my...

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I sometimes hear a stubborn myth,
that before Europeans came
the locals of America
all lived lives quite peaceful, and tame.

The old trope of the Noble Savage,
that somehow manages to persist,
polls show a disturbing number
of people believe in...

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headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans

I secured per...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Reparation
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014


Why  can't we 
get paid?

We want 
our
reparation,

for 
lost wages
of
our labor,

since
the
Atlantic Slave
Trade- began

Reparations
for pain 
and
suffering,

from being 
auctioned 
as 
commodity,

to
racist
White men -

We were sold 
off,

to 
different 
slave owners,  

displacing us
from our 
mother, father, 
sister, 
and 
brother, forever -

We demand
to be 
compensated,

for our
separation 
from 
family -

We want reparation
for
false imprisonment 
as slave's.

Why can't we 
get paid?

What we...

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Concerned Christian environmentalists truthfully believe God created the life forms inside the oceans, lakes and seas.  He left mankind a legacy,  he was suppose to be responsible for these marine life species. It...

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AMERICA AND MY CHILDREN ARE DISPLACING ME---

must I die
said the elderly man
must I cry
says the elder woman
what wrongs have I done
to be treated as such
America treats me like an unwanted shoe
Like a bunion that needs...

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Carved and hued In solid bed rock are locked the voices
Echoes of the ancient past, blood shavings of symbolic
Expressions, that whispers ever so softly within the desert
Winds, beneath our cryptic dons lay the tombs of...

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Species did die ere man,
In the round of selection,
So many and so long.
What difference now
Should they go?

In trackless time
Lent to adaptation,
A peice succeeds
To its proper slot,
Only displacing
By adjusted gene.
Extinction wrought by man
Plays at no game,
But...

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Slender saplings sprout from sub-soil abode slowly
Tremble gently in the wake of the embracing breeze
Proliferating branches flutter like verdant wings wily
The forest flaunts the treasure of the towering trees.

Nascent leaves look up with promise to...

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February 28th, 1968 marked the date
Boyce Brandon Harris 
(my octogenarian widower father) 
purchased a small tract of land
Pooh would Winnie
  
constituting shadowed sliver 
once hailing, hallmarking, harkening, 
glorious vast "Glen Elm" estate,
which circa 1910...

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Shards rain down
around me
    ringing upon the ground,
displacing the silence
that was assaulting me
mere moments ago.
Had to get out 
and even as the blood
drips from my many wounds
I lurch into motion
  ...

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Incongruent realities thru timeless mist,
Pursuant pleasures are truly missed…
Forever looking within horizons lost,
Endeavor endless of loves tossed…

Hearts broken between blackened veils,
Parts shattered leaving lachrymal trails…
Secluded symphonies were quietly playing,
Occluded occupants of sacrificial slaying…

Time displacing illusions...

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Westernmost in its regional placement and traditional identity,
rare but indigenous is its Arabian flavour,
and a significant bridge of peace 
between its brothers and their common enemy.
Displays an open tradition, appreciative of diabolism
as witches are integral...

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Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement  we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.

With a droplet of grit and...

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awaking a thirst, filling me from above
     with whispers of unforgotten love;

the pounding of drums as your name lingers
     on mine own lips displacing rainbow sweet hues.
...

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Yes I thought about it 
Desires ruled in earnest 
I thought that
You could be
The one
But then you showed your colors
Your claws and all your druthers
And I knew that
We’d have
No fun
I’m gone and now it’s over
You...

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ALL POWERFUL SUN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


All hail, praise to the powerful sun
It has commanded: the day has begun
Powerful streams of energy begin to flow
The once obscured, begin now to glow
The myriad of hues no longer hidden
Exposed...

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sometimes we wish the freedom of sunset's pink clouds
                          ...

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Guilt is immortal

Grief can live only in the tender hours,
in the sweet bittersweet tender days -
the days who number some number
unknown to all, felt by each...

If guilt makes its home where
seeds of grief are sown...

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Chicks get pissed at dicks when they're tasting them
call her the wiener cleaner...when she's basting them
don't complain thats insane if she's taking them
waking them up, then she's displacing them
making up her ****ing mind while chasing...

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Kaleidoscopic optic, nervous eyes;
Blinking disbelief while dropping 
Moisture-laden kisses.

Each one misses.

Sorrow such an individual thing.
Truth be said, 
There are places that it cannot go.
We cannot go.

No one can go.

Until they go.

That is when all barriers...

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I think about intelligence
     And wonder why we think our due
     Is sanctioned by our own IQ
That natural inheritance
     Compels us by unbending...

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STEPPING INTO THE WOODS

Submerged in the sea of the maddening crowd
I see a verdant island emerge in lonesome me,
displacing the sound stratum of cacophony loud, 
unattached from the anchored mind I make me free.

In the...

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