Long Inta Poems

-LAST DAYS OF OLD BEN-


    “See that man up there on the mountain, son?”
“Yeah Pop, why’s he a’jes sittin there starin’ out at nuthin?"
 Well, son it ain’t nothin’ he’s seein’…Just nuthin...

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Athletes competition 
Every year it draw many attention
From all over the nation
As each sending their respectation 
It was a beautiful sunday 
I saw you on way
Going inside
And you saw me walking beside
You waited for me...

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“Long time na see    Jim”

“Yip    Long time na see    Jake”

“D’ja see?”

“What?”

“John Critchuns ‘n that danged Big White o’ his”

“Caint say as I did”

“They oughta be a...

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BHARAT SANCHAR NIGAM LIMITED: THE SONG OF ETERNITY
A poet gets rest, a poet is drowsy
When Internet speed goes down to zero
Screen shows searching searching searching
(Who are you searching for my sweet Inta?)
2 hours, 3 hours,...

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The flies like molasses clinging firmly to his back,
as aimlessly he ambled along the dry dusty track.
Like a wave of the ocean the flies would swarm to his face,
but were expertly dispatched with his gum...

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Ebony and Phonics


Talkin’ Jive, slippin’ inta the ethnic eccentricities
of survival, hip-hop, rap, the blues, Ebonics.

Ebonics, the melding of Ebony and Phonics
into a language that could be spoken
within hearing of the overseer.  Genius
spoken here, clandestine...

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I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night

I went out wit my little woman
That sweet...

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Wee Luck McGee,  dragging his feet
reluctantly entered the pub
Removing his hat, grabbed a seat where he sat
As he gave the old bar rail a rub

There, Good Ol' Finn stood there again
His turn, for him...

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"Howard    woncha say a few wurds?
Cum on    Howard    like over tha bird."
Says Aunt Jen    visitin' fer the holeeday.

Weuns are seated   ...

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I need to start again
Though i still have the pain
That you left before the rain
And my heart left under chain

I have to plan it 
And get myself the kit
Leave all the memories as they hit
Because...

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If I were t' build missen a cottage
Ad build it i' Yorkshire stooan
Ad chuyse it cos it's best thaa c'n get
betta building blocks, ther is nooan.

If I ad t' carve missen an epitaph
t' let fowk...

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A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To  'orse ah took an'...

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