Long Disquieted Poems

So having  conversations
 Let us fly away like an eagle to our soul mate's space the throne room the habitation in the flesh-  the soul, the spirit- the mind- the song the joy...

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Odyssey from Africa 
Chapter 9b (continued)


And this pattern was repeated 
On the following day's journey 
As the day turned into evening 
They again found rocky shoreline 
 
So once more they hunted shellfish 
This time...

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That was a great moment
When my house was filled fully
With relatives, friends and new guests around.

Dad keeping busy, mom arranging,
Friends amusing, cousins entertaining,
I was immersed  within relishable tension.

Relaxing myself and taking a deep breath,
I...

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Chapter 12 c The fireflower (cont.)

When at last they had descended 
Back down to the forest clearing 
Rosy sidled up to Lisa
Yielded up the flowering branches
 
Now they had secured the fire flowers, 
Now achieved the day's...

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Ah, denying vulnerability is widely acceptable
and this thought is steeped in the minds of the very young, 
who are certain to remain invincible and sane...
by not avoiding all that's shameful and wrong!
Is their variable ego...

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Where my hopes meet with
My dreams, heartfelt
Joy and brilliant imaginings kiss
Away the doubts, the demons
Who tempt me to listen
To the darkness, the dread, the depression
All the anxious that lives within
Where my skeptic is my biggest...

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I've written the lyrics to two lullabies for my daughter, Shereen. I even made 
up the tunes, and I'd sing to her when she was a baby to put her to sleep. She 
still remembers...

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Trisha rubbed her eyes in disbelief... 

"Was that real?"

"Isn't that Aarav?"... "And who is that girl seen with him..?"

She peeked carefully from behind the tall dense bamboo trees in the park. The bamboo trees swayed...

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Scar-instilled lessons…
Bring me to grateful cogitations' engagements
Since soul speaks of human’s “self-consciousness.”
Affirming that scars are the path to the soul.

I have become “a living soul…”
Such is God-wrought mystery revealed by my Mother’s scar
Thru her cut...

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So Often Ignored

Nannies know little of color
White holding favor by 5th Ave employers
Barons and Baronesses of means
Gazing from insulated windows on high
As infant guardian merges blanketed carriage and job
Into daily Central Park realities

Inquisitive bundled baby...

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Unrequited

The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my...

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O tree of liberty,
how much innocent blood
requires thee
to                       d   free?
 ...

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Chaos erupted in beds of trucks
As victims ran and ducked, fragile
And scared, as if the gunman cared
As hot projectile tore through 59 souls
While another madman’s wicked 
Intentions remain untold, as to why 59 had
To die...enthralled...

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Have You Ever Hidden an Ide Before?

To where would I be riding and abiding?

If and when I ran over a Glad Tiding

Who had forgotten to bring his starch

Then turned out being in an ide of...

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In a quiet sunlit room

 free from the world

  without the things

   that fills other rooms


 

A bare wood floor

 white walls without

  pictures nor windows

   nothing to think...

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Which is it: you can't get started unless
you're riding some current bigger than your reporting voice
or the best time to write is when you don't have much to say
and without plenty to say about everything...

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The Executioner
-Walter Rossman

Wield I do, this executioner's blade
one could even hear the faint stirs of a violin played
with sadistic elan, and sense fear on this man's face, concealed,
this executioner's blade, I do wield.

When I bring...

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”It may not be what I want
It may end up just like the last one
Not even sure he is the one
Staying back seems my only level ground”

The struggle between desire and certainty
Is now fiercer than...

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In a mire brewed
betwixt puddles of hell and mute dissent 
a martyr wades - 
weighed down by chains of shame and disdain
alas the thirsting self-absorbed swamp
distills and swills her stewed silence 
and swallows the last...

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The moon looked like a cat burglar that crisp November night;
clear skies but for one dark band splashed across his sight. 
His guise arcane and sinister, and try hard as I might, 
I couldn't help...

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"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude
... whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers"

                     ...

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Wahala  Yon Trouble Problem

Man, I am in hot water
In a jam wit out peanut butter
Nothing personal man
been in the soup up against it
Yet in all this N that 
I am renewed in Christ
Wahala ...

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You are my poetry; sapphire blue, sandlewood scented ink, 
painting you and I cradled in intimate metaphors,
though you lay thousands of miles away; 
storing urgent longings of my heart in ardent daydreams, 
till tender moments...

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The cruel beastly fire 
Blazed the land of the earth,
Shattered many sinless lives,
And orphans they become everyday,
But they are yet to be motherless,
Since many more mothers in the planet 
Earth are with them  
With...

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Thy love hath possessed me, and consumed mine every thought. 

An inescapable prisoner; handed an irrevocable sentence of love.

Thy memory hath become my ever constant companion, my dearest friend.  

My imagination carries mine heart...

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