Long Hays Poems

My Daughter's Smile
By Linda Hays-Gibbs 

There is a light, a light so sweet, comes from a smile beaming out from deep-within a soul, of infinite warmth, a burning coal alight with dawn, a tune to...

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On a never lonely street was  where I grew up
There  we played from morning  till dusk
 Then we woke up neat and  free, but back home laced with dust
Slightly dirtier than...

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In her dream appeared the angel Gabriel!
                       Bold message was delivered 
 ...

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"All animals are equal. But some animals are more equal than others."
—George Orwell

A dozen of chickens and a number of horses, a cat and a raven, a few cows and other hoofed ones—all of which...

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Red Man's Pain
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Why is it not mine?
The black earth
Or the red clay kind
The swamp or mountain high
All the places where my  grandfathers lie
They used to roam free with the buffalo and deer
Before...

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Son of God

                        In my dream appeared the angel Gabriel!
  ...

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(Revised with new homophone added in. Thanks for the catch, Becca!)

*Wants upon **uh thyme inn uh would, uh vary gneiss prints named Hairy
met inn the missed, hi awn the bow of uh tree- uh ferry...

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Truly those days were fun,
Little children playing each,
With a fine decorated toy gun,
Life was serious yet catchy;
And we were easily convinced
‘ Sit back, I will buy you Akara’,
Was enough to pacify and evinced.

I can still...

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“TULIPTUOUS” ( A Poem With Fourteen Lines)
            (To my LIVING TULIP)

Everywhere tulips
That’s what i encountered once
At  this moment at Mt. Vernon during tulip...

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The pen is greater than the sword or so it’s often said.
A poet’s word still stirs the heart long after he is dead.
The "Elegy" of Thomas Gray can still provoke a thought.
And Campbell’s "Ullin’s Daughter"...

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When I miss you
I bake the ashes of burnt photos
of you when I've given up lies
I chew memories of you like bittersweet cuds,
mix it up with my tears
to paint the tragedies of a war
that never...

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Where Did My Freedoms Go?

By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Where did my freedom go?
It was here not long ago.
I was sure for all those that fought and died,
Someone had surely lied.
I cannot say what I truly feel?
I cannot...

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I still remember the first time I saw the sea
I was yet a child of maybe two or three
I have heard of the vastness of such a place filled with water
And I could not wait...

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Elder sister initiated the process always,
I could see her, like a finch or sparrow, restless for days;
Hay she collected; prepared pretty painted paper rocks,
To cover up the cattle shed made brick-like hard-board blocks;
Handpicked grass and...

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It Slithered
By Linda Hays-Gibbs

Darkness caressed it. I heard it before 
I saw a piece of it, a bit?
Black & shinny
But so, so cold
It froze the air 
my thoughts said it Exquisitely tiny but
It was unafraid,...

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Eating bowls of dying meat
                      sucking poison which taste sweet.
    ...

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The old man lived out by the desert, selling postcards and gasoline,
He sold road-maps and Navajo silver, and True West magazine.

And under his Gabby Hays beard beat the heart of a dashing young man;
With arthritic...

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Blow down the little baby like a paper boat.
Downstream where the dead fish flow.
Blood of life, blood of stones thrown.
Arrow, bow, find the doe while she is sleeping.
She doesn’t want to know that you will...

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Storms do not last
They happen very fast
But the damages stay
In the trays, in the hays, and lay
With us for a very long time
The memories are worth more than a dime
The souvenirs disappear
The bad judgments reappear
From...

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I watch on T.V, and lesion to radio, the president claims victory, yet we continue
to place our young men six feet below. For most of mankind has only one thing
in mind. Look into the eyes...

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Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
     ...

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Slaughter in Syria by the pound
                  The rebels take their place under ground
     ...

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For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,

For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,

For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I...

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He is the Lion of the tribe of his home;
 his arrival makes everyone run and roam...
 Tantrum and torments are the daily bread
 with which he feed his family as the wicked head.

 To...

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His skin like the patina of worn out leather,
burnt and cracked from many hours in the sun.
Across the wide plains in the hot Texas weather,
he rode tall in the saddle to get the job done.

North...

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