Long Follies Poems

Pink- Pink- Pink-

Every peak has its own attractions,
Like the mountains,
The mounts of a woman,
Have always remained, 
Her pride possessions. 01

It has the charms,
More intoxicating than wine,
As it reveals the beauty,
Of a woman's alluring binds. 02

These...

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LITERAL SENSE :

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
VERSE 1:
This ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader;
Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person,
Makes no sense either.
Itemised unique personalities need no prejudice session. 
Sparked...

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Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast...

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1.

I remember 20:

Aflame with ideas and visions,
A mind unfettered by necessity's constraints,
Spirit open to everything -
Tomorrow held no fears, 
Yesterday no regrets;
There was only day following day,
Each new with something to give,
Each corner I turned
Led...

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1.
This hunger artist cannot read 
volumes of printed material fast enough 
to satiate an immense appetite 
and unquenchable thirst 
to acquire learning from 
the millenniums gushing fount of 
cumulative chance revelations, 
(or deliberate intent to...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of the accented “é”
 ending his first name and preceding the...

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The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul,
(A sad tale of life lived,  in three sonnets united)....
 
 
I.
Alas! Can man ever conquer such doom and gloom
walk in the light, a true path forswearing to...

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*
I found a way to gracefully depart
for I could not respond to her request.
I held my breath and waited for my heart
to once again start beating in my chest.
And as I coaxed my senses to...

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Baltimore 4-28

Lets start,
By being real, 

I mean really, real! 

With harsh truths that need to be freed from our fragile lie, 

It is easy to say, or see "thugs", "punks" in the streets of BWI!...

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"A good-controversy is-just-like a real-tasty pot of-beans; replenishing 
the water-you-have to-keep-them stirred-up, lest you-do-this-they-tend to-
get to tasting-bad, getting-stuck-on-themselves, burning to-the bottom-of the-
pot... ."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKbk_dQ8Mhg

"I mean imagine if you will one thought or existence where there is...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to...

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These are English translations by of Latin poems written by the ancient Roman female poet Sulpicia.



V. Reproach for Indifference
by Sulpicia
translation by Michael R. Burch

Have you no kind thoughts for your girl, Cerinthus,
now that fever wilts...

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“Life is like a country park”, the peasant said to the King.

The King so sure of his profound answer,
Looked coldly into the peasants eyes
and without a murmur burst out into laughter,
Tell me peasant why would...

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Under the shade of that proliferous maple tree we'd named
  I'd given you a piece of my naive exuberant heart
   when I handed over a fragment of shimmering red ribbon
  ...

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O the Democratic Swamp Monsters must really hate
All of the legal citizens who live and work in Washington State,
They are working on perfecting their catch and release policies
Of all of dangerous illegal criminal immigrant's cause...

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~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to Alls’ begin~
~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~

We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_
As Ye Bellow of Life’s...

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AND WE ARE STILL HERE…
While beating our drums—singing, dancing
and giving praises to the Most High
for family harvest, peace and love,
we blinked—became victims
of colonial rape—stolen from the womb
of our Motherland; snatched like babes
from their mother’s uterus;...

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downsizing was meant to become
a tool for freedom and devotion
yet it remained a passion unfulfilled
crowded in cherished possessions

they call me a hoarder although 
I prefer to be seen as a
distinguished collector
stylish hunter and gatherer
connoisseur of...

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Concluding Part of

Oh’ Kashmir  - Last Part 2


One grave mistake was 
Shown by the decision makers 
Of Kashmir,
To convert the green valley,
Into a valley of concrete. 
Dams, buildings and houses,
Were built on places, 
Which...

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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular 
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like...

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“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows” 

wake up 
shake up 
kaleidoscope girl

jigsaw
see saw 
fit the pieces

she 
another world
away 

the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil

safe harbour 
opening 
portals 

for ocean steering 
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew

the slip...

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Perceptions of a ragged space,
all that was left by the human race,
there's not a lot left to see at all,
as their carelessness was seldom small.

Let's dig around 
in that frazzled ground,
for that's where there's bound...

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Folks say his mother used to read
Stories of ancient warriors indeed,
To give birth to a child as brave
As a legend beneath a historic grave.

'Achilles'- She used to call her son
And he grew up, fascinating like...

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Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice; 
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud, 
And wonder how orderly the...

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I watch the tears fall from your eyes, but then why am I mad? …This is the day I was 
told about, they said I’d be happy, blissful, content, and victorious, so then why am...

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