Long Highborn Poems

CAST:

Prince Zag The Freid: Son of King Othor The Freid, younger brother of Prince Zig The Freid

Duke Mor: Close friend of King Othor and an arbiter between father the king and of his son the...

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for Granny Letchumi (b. fin 19th C. - d. 1978)

Once i was a prince in your highbeamed palm-thatched house
  timber and stone
   of hardened mud and cold green shiny cement
in your village...

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‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 



Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of...

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Dragon! Dragon! … He’s in the air… There’s trouble on the way.
Duck your head, and keep on running… He’s the UPS Guy, today!
Now, Federal laws may be broken, as a few packages: well… go up...

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Who decides what historical events adorn
textbooks students read,
     hence a starry notion born
grew up while

     this lumpenproletariat day dreaming,
     Asian aw shucks husky
...

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“Brave men rejoice in adversity, just as brave soldiers triumph in war.”


A warm hand salute to each brave soldier
Who courageously fights in each battle
Willingly waging sweet life to conquer
Our precious freedom, the land’s wealth-mantle 
You’re...

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It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea.
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;---
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to...

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Spent time enough      upon this road
to know the things       I think are gold
don't give a hoot        ...

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I think of you being a universe away—
it cuts like broken glass, being apart from you
and all alone and without a bright ray
that's you to keep me from growing so blue. 

If I could fly...

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I’m a love ambassador of Love
A chosen representative of
the One King, Alpha and Omega

I’m a love ambassador of Jesus Christ
A lowly person who was elevated
to be a devout Christian diplomat

I’m a straight truth talker,
I ain’t...

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How do I proclaim the Jewel of Jesus;
I’m just a fool. The words delight
and disappear. How does one praise
the holy one? He’s too much for words.
I’m not worthy to lift him up in song;
I sing...

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Immigration 

I walked along the old road it was replaced in 1951 by the new road,
Nothing much left, it ends at a stone wall. Yet, one can still see the mark 
the cart wheels carts...

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The highborn woman and her sons.

An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about “families” soft as flannel patting
a child’s stately bum.
One of her sons has taken her place...

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Fillers overlooked 

Reading the papers and the news on TV channels
 the festive season has begun like an eager tractor
there is little time for those caught up in wars; 
we will remember them at the...

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Beneath the evening lamplight, I sit on nature's floor
Entreating those emerging from their crystal paneled doors,
To ask a single farthing, or penny they might give,
And grant this humble beggar, a means where I might live.
And...

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Highborn, regal Skiddaw
Such grace in one so high,
A countenance of majesty,
A fortress to my eye.

Looking down on all around you
Immense in all your might,
From your foot, we lift our eyes
To wonder at the sight.

Rising like...

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