Long Imparts Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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Finding Peace

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Sunset

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Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous,
And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us.

I was a successful performer, and ardent press went wherever I went,
Like exotic...

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Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM

Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time
future time traveler looks back one century ago,
oceanic waterways overladen with green slime,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd,...

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Sitting atop a large flat stone in an open field
Brushing aside his long silver locks
Bringing to his lips a long clay pipe
Steadying for a light, his gnarled knuckles make this a fight
His sandals dusty, brow...

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 ~ I - I Arrive in Glasgow ~

When I arrived in Glasgow town
I knew nary a soul
So tired I's nearly fallin' down
Yet I'd no place to go 

I wandered up Buchanan street 
In hopes...

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On wooden cross, The Christ was nailed;
His Spirit tossed, painful death sailed...

The centurion's lance pierced His side;
In sure fashion, blood water strides.

The Christ was gone from the grim earth;
Limp body forlorn waiting new birth.

His empty...

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Placed 9th in :
No. 1238 New Poems Only
Sponsored by Brian Strand   

 Since her birth on the mount               ...

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Why does he provoke me to anger?

He stalks among us -  with his song -
a wolf's grin

His inimicality beckons 
like a hawk's talons,
luring prey to certain death

Yet he imparts wisdom 
to those who bleed

Beware!

his...

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Darkness. 
Eyes widen more and more,
trying in vain to see.
Then other senses compensate, 
I hear the faint rustle of dry leaves. 

My body caught in the shock of fear, 
refuses to move, 
but I feel...

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If I had to choose
would I brave that dark sea
waves crashing relentlessly upon me
knocking aside the armor I've spent so long
meticulously piecing together

My heart is a fortress
made from clay
water is its natural enemy
and you on...

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“Winter’s Journey”  (Part 1b)


Your mother's Universe resounds inside you 
where you are every single sparkling star 
in every planet’s sky, the Galaxies are vast you see, 
in you she’ll never die.

You are all the...

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And to serve… how life is made to be in servitude for another
Be it humans, be it gods, be it myself with time lasting forever
Our journey through the Heaori Chamber had ruptured my faith
A journey...

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My Black God
is real as I could imagine
worrying about defective White People
vulnerable to skin cancer
and fading water-front real estate values
in this unholy 
traumatic 
WhiteWashed Anthropocene.

My Black God
is strong as I could imagine
on my luckiest bipolar...

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Journey Journal Page
12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
By Leon Enriquez



Joy to the World

Start with your heart to know love’s art:
String well each part as joy imparts;
Faith knows deep peace as hope greets cheer,
Love anchors lease with all...

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A Drama

Introduction: A husband sits by the bedside of his dying wife and pours out his anguish and grief.  He refuses to leave until her last farewell, that is until she dies.  Then...

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"Odysseus and The Siren"



There he is 
like Odysseus 
bound to the mast of his ship
cursive words dispatched 
through aether to 
the somnolent nodding
in their stock 
he avoids full brace
the Siren’s enchantment
a song that sings 
his...

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"The Periwinkle Time"



Blues crushed prepossessing Violet
Lavender starbursts 
sharp as diamonds
undressed, a soul preys 
with black as crow feathered lashes
that rim the open mirrors 

There in the Pierian Reviviscence of Periwinkle
within each twin reflection 
auroral Jade...

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Aurora stood at the gravesite close to Robert’s casket on the bier
 “Look at her, why I’ve yet to see a tear”
The lady whispered to the other so Aurora could hear
“Her dress is disrespectful; it’s...

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In the beginning ...," roosts; 
            Christians and Jewish boosts.



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When I don't  think about love, silent as lambs,
women come flocking to me; many times
they gather to chat in a corner
and whisper with fingers pointing,  
" What a charmer! What a lover! "
I...

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...Yet there is another reason that some
desire to diminish what is true,
those who hate truth because they are afraid
that it might limit what they can go do.

Whether it be a Hollywood pedo,
or that gangbanger out...

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Ode To Goddess Of Purest Romance And Sweetest Dreams

O'  shimmering light, thy gleam so adores
     stamped and born of hot heavenly fires,
     as tidal waves splashing...

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In solitary silence i commune with my own heart,
And diligently consider its questions and awnsers,
It declares to me that all real questions have real awnsers.
Truth offers herself to all who enquire after her.
If insulted she...

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