Long Knock kneed Poems

Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-

And as days tumbled away, we staggered
Along, knock-kneed, dead beat and haggard.
Our bodies singing to the tune of the whip
Whizzing on morsels of flesh, so...

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Olive Frazier

1854 – 1895

To my many august friends,
Mere survivors under this hungry consuming California sky.
Before you can reach high to the stars, my friends,
Both feet must firmly be set upon the ground first.
This, in essence,...

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I used to wonder where love lives,
I found her by the waters,
In the white foam of the seashores,
On the sands of the sea-daughters
Shining brightly, stepping harsh
Slightly under the glow of the skies stars
I saw her,...

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Surely God is good,
Surely to Israel,
Surely God is good to Israel, 
Surely God to pure hearts,  
(please don’t call me Surely)
Soitenly God-Blessed are the dear-heart folks?
Who shall have attended God?

But 
As for me

I slipped,...

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Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie room, the sound of a tea kettle's whistle,  the...

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Bring all of humanity to it's knees 
begging on your whim, your mercy;
Then judge it.
Your cold, quivering, cracking lips
quipping tips to the 
wicked; to the rich.
Whilst knock-kneed choking
broken backed masses 
lay on the floor:
These are...

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HER:
I'm on this blind date.

HIM:
(Baby, it's cold outside).

HER:
This date AIN'T so great!

HIM:
(Baby, it's cold outside).

HER:
I'd rather be home...
and  watch  paint  dry!

It takes me five hours to get ready!
My Dior dress looks sexy...

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Stoking The Dream Machine

by Gabriel Magno

the rocking horse stood idle, the tricycle had rusted,
the grown up children had their share, and now are well adjusted.

Virginia mountains’ hollows, filled with dirt poor children playing,
in blue jeans...

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Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
  ~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...

an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping ecstasy of erudite exactitude
elegantly and eloquently embossed, embedded
  ~...

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Elsa was a tall lovely Swede
Cross-eyed and knock-kneed    
Million-dollar smile all agreed
Flashing her favorite dress made of tweed
A chain at her neck with a simple bead

Loving kindness was her creed
Drenched in thoughtfulness...

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Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet

A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!

It was on this frigid morning,
We...

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Sandy was Bandy
She had bow legs
She had tried everything
To straighten her pegs
One day in utter despair
She went to a chiropractor
Who said with a stare
What a terrible sight
And grabbed at her legs
Which gave Sandy a fright
Then...

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Pigeon-toed and knock kneed
they meander around the ponds edge
an ungainly duo
mother and son
like an ancient fertility figure
found in the caves of Lascaux,France 
she tumble-waddles
pendulous breasts bobbing
the dough-like basket of her womb
long emptied with its navel...

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