Long Given name Poems

Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out a small national magazine....

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Test many people are unaware this
 relishing the thought
 Many things have been purchased and bought
 what is a human a thing
 Unless my color is my being
Been birth and born
Shackled dragged and torn
Been a...

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His full given name is Barack Hussein Obama
The etymology of his first name, "Baraka," a Swahili word meaning "Blessed"


      It's easy to see why he's my favorite POTUS
  ...

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Abandoned as a child believed to be no more than five, the matron of the orphans home, was...other than my mom...
The first to have to face the task of tending to my welfare, and started...

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My given name is Hortense, and I am an English Professor,
I love my job and my life, and to do my best I endeavor.

I am popular with my students, as I also am with friends;
And...

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The first time I saw my father I was a year and 8 months old. He had returned home for a short respite  before shipping out to England to prepare for the invasion. It...

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Acquah Vicki on Sunday March 31, 2013

 THEY CALL ME NELSON
 
No man can keep the spirit contained 

He herded sheep when they 

called him by name (Rolihlahla)
 
His teacher gave him a new name...

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Many are the stars in the sky
You my love out shines them all.
Ajike, it's you that paints my heart's garden
It's your smile that gives life to it flowers.
Love flew on the wings of time
And it...

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I was born in far Morsania,
a small, backwater Eurasian state,
known to most folk in this wide world
for my grandfather’s prodigious hate.

My given name is Jocefeus,
but I mostly go by Joe these days,
because that tyrant grandpa...

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Arlis was amazed steam was not coming off as he rode off in the rain burning with shame.Suzanne looked shell shocked by his long awaited arrival and sudden departure.And Francie looked at him hotly as...

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It was back in nineteen-nineteen
when Timlin Rivers checked his traps,
by one he found just a weasel skin,
did not know what to make of that.

Why would bother to raid a trap
but leave the pricey skin behind?
Who’d...

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"O Witless Quill"




O witless quill
sharply dipped in smiles leering
joust they your words
on their egos competing
galloping black stallions, see them fall
shiny armour felled knights
and petulant proud Queens now all shiny amour, in their saddles riding

Merry rogers
Merry...

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The reality be told, it was not long past
Flabbergast by an unfold from my minds vague vast
In the reflections of the accounts of my youth 
As several echo’s formed claiming to be truth
Must be fabricated....

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20FabelSEVEN
Charlexes Fabels
Gardenor
A Mexican sweat is just a teepee with a fire made hotter and a rock placed where 
you can pour the water on the hot rock to make some steam come up and they...

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Two Months
(Since you've been in Heaven)
By Franklin Price
03/18/2021

Dear Lord, today marks two months since my Barbara left this life
Since You, in love and kindness, took away her pain and strife
You waited 'til our daughter Dani,...

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By Kevin Robey
February 14, 2013

Wind flows through our hair, with front lines waiting on
Waiting for sirens to sound that fighting song
With knuckles turned white, our eyes shining bright
There’s no question in choosing fight over flight

The...

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Ain't Barbie
By Franklin Price
02/24/2022

Barbara Ione Popovits was your given, maiden name.
Trim and slim in stature, a little wild, not ever tame
You were beautiful to look upon, independent, brave and free 
Ain't Barbie was your moniker....

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I thought for a long time

to try and do something right

(in your eyes)

I've taken the blows

and the comparatives 

of every beauty you know



You love me, you loathe me,

I'm evil and detestable

You take me to my...

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BENEATH THE OLE’ SYCAMO’ TREE


In an unkempt place hidden in the backwoods underneath the ‘ole’ Sycamo’ tree lays a remnant of a people whose existence is noted only by weather beaten fragments of splintered wood.

Beyond...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit has wandered,
as ‘Wana...

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And On Love's Path May We Forever Trod

Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew
Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto-
Verna glory within love's soft sighing heart,
Enrapturing language romance imparts,
Sight of flowering meadows, hill...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
  ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me,
  reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame

As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’...

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There was a tax collector chief
Who lived in storied Jericho.
He gave the people scant relief; 
His stature and regard were low.

Zacchaeus was his given name;
His job: to keep the Roman purse.
His title brought him little...

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