Long Ganged Poems

  MAGDALENE : JEWEL OF JESUS 


She was the Chosen
a beckoned one
to ignite His speeches 
smooth it with her own
illustrious strength
‘Courage against Odds’
marked her inner Jewel 
 soft it lay cradled  
rhapsodic rubicon...

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ETHREE

Witch
Sneering
Bubbly
A pimply nose
To be feared by all
So Halloween friendly

More terrifying than ghosts
Placing eye of newt in cauldrons
Pure evil in our fantasy books
Horribly foul and mean in faerie tales.
A frozen heart places children in ovens

Crones of...

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MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES 

Don’t go back to heavy sleep
dwell in the wakefulness 
of I AM THAT I AM
here mulberries and butterflies 
beckon across filtered fences
which you can comely climb
for a bountiful bestowing 
pick, a...

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Part Five

Some couplets apart
         much remains redundant
    even obvious
inapt by way of pointing to fresher vistas
  and those that follow the rarity of...

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The wrinkled gent woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Staring into the 
darkness he saw nothing. Gloom and fear ganged up against his mind. Had he 
heard something? What was it? Something...

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Among the hearing participants, some stayed put, some cast curious eyes outside with craned necks, some stood up and began to pace around or away, but nobody was seriously scared, nor were there any corporeal...

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He opened the window in much practiced silence
If somebody heard there would likely be violence
He’d been here before and endured quite a spat
For when he broke in he encountered a cat

The cat ran him ragged...

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I've experienced many things in my life
things went wrong things went right
I didn't grow up rich or in poverty
many people didn't treat me properly
in trouble through a trouble filled childhood
often misunderstood labelled bad more than...

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Ah what fair moan
laden fantasy lassitude looms
large if this
chaste ole buoy got cornered
into an alleyway
by a bevy of beefy

buxom babes dead set
on hounding this
doggone codger anyway
shape or form eying
sole asylum madly
sprinting thru a narrow

cookie cutter...

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No antihistamine can 
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting spunk
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,

where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted
"scapegoat" bullied by most...

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It’s what we had all waited for
What we practiced for all year
Not that I am bragging
But I was the one to fear
Now Sheila was a gammer
And MiMi had the charm
Jinx was just my sister
Not one...

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Catcalls and rapes
Molesting all sizes and shapes
Broadcasted on TV, the recorded tapes
But blame is on the victim howsoever she drapes
Cause that’s how this society gapes
 
A man lies on the street, blood spilled all over
They...

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press ganged or poetry


head on collision with the truth

beheaded by ignorance’s sword

full steam towards censorship


synchronized fabrication

redacted news to follow

blank lines on the page …


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The Love Cup, Northern Star.
by 
Lem Griffiths

Dash it.., 
Dash it all says I.., 
Through bars - I espy.
Their 'eaven, their night sky.

Well.., dash it., 
Let 'em have it., 
And the Northern-
Love cup-stars,
In a wisp of...

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Dash it.., 
Dash it all says I.., 
Through bars - I espy.
Their 'eaven, their night sky.

Well.., dash it., 
Let 'em have it., 
And the Northern-
Love cup-stars,
In a wisp of sudden sea fog., 
Like breath on...

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Congo drums rapidly beat
into the hearts of innocent wombs
a mythical warrior's prized sacrifice
the stolen booty of hell's pirates

parted are the legs of the red sea
soldier upon soldier march through
oblivious to the fear of drowning
from so...

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The Love Cup, Northern Stars.

by 

Lem Griffiths

September, 2,016


Dash it.., 
Dash it all says I.., 
Through bars - I espy.
Their 'eaven, their night sky.

Well.., dash it., 
Let 'em have it., 
And the Northern-
Love cup-stars,
In a wisp...

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How many skeletons rest below the shores?
all over the globe?
How many are there?

How many booby-trap holes remain in them?
War Zone meadows?
How many are there?

How many little paws slumber in
Africa's thickets?
How many are there?

How many veils...

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Rearing its ugly head
Struggling to take shape

The nincompoops’ have arrived
Yes, truly derived
The hyena’s abound
The terrain advanced
Abacha again?!
Leave us in peace

Abiola-like ears
When without my shears
Flapping without fears
Burger-like lips
Surely, the bill fits
Saddam hanged!
Terrorists ganged!
Youths hanged!
Petrol fanged!
Leave us...

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The Musical Lady 

I knew of a pavement café where tables and chairs were painted 
in different colours, this to lend ambience in an otherwise dreary
 street. A young lady, a student at the music...

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This evening in our flat there rose a flood
That made our rooms and entrance hall a lake
As unattended bath-taps churned the sud
Into a foaming torrent by mistake 

Our darling daughter whom we shall not name
Had...

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Rust on padlocked factory gates
from tears of broken men.
Time has stopped on the golden watch,
freeze framed memories of a better past.

Scattered faces breed sour looks
for brothers of nepotism
with handshakes that nearly broke arms.

Crouched in side...

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