Long Kwansaba Poems

As I awakened to the night terrors again it's 3am. I know I'm being monitored in my own home Ciro Gargano installs cameras to watch my every movement in order to know when I write...

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Tick tick tick tick boom in an instant 
macerated flesh would be the last images 
of me I never wondered just what damages 
would occur from a car bomb being ignited 
right in my face...

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Sitting in my therapist office calmly she takes her pen lines it with my forehead between my eyes my eyes make movements back and forth following the pen back and forth a sort of pendulum...

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Being a disabled person since 1999 my last employment I suffer severe domestic trauma severe anxiety disorder PTSD a result of my wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapons and drugs from corruption going...

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As I embrace threats from my abusive ex husband brothal a stable of females wearing badges they won from the strip clubs in Tampa obsessed to my being a wife a mother a poet who...

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We danced all night on Maxwell street 
singing the blues and eating chicago style 
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in 
the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river 

flowing of winter green...

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"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."

wildflower eyes
                            ...

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ABC of Poetry 

A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim 
B is for  Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme

C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D...

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A is for Acrostic, where the first letter of each line spells a word
B is for Burlesque, a poetic type bordering on absurd

C is for Clerihew, a short and humorous verse
D is for Didactic, meant...

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I don't want to be in your anthology I adore poetry soup and have a great respect for all the wonderful poets and their hard work and achievements for being included in these new anthologies...

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Unafraid of corrupt abuse of 
power sharing a bed with 
my abusive ex husband 
Definitely changed my locks 
after the graveyard dirt left 
behind from mafia scum 
corrupt Talisa shaw Alicia 
Hilton jay Townsend Johnson...

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The poems I never wrote are 
all here on my page on this site 
I mean it 
I plagiarised every one of them 
from some wannabe poet
that got expelled back in pre school 
I’ve an...

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I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky 
All that space there between 
Alien visitation must be a lie 
The sun and moon still shine for us 
Eventually they burn...

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From both sides of the world we poets hail
Japanese Chokra and Russian Chatushka
Italian sonnet and African Kwansaba
Keenly delighting each other without fail

Within ballad a most interesting tale
Carpe Diem makes me sigh with a serious Ahh.
Here...

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Hey little black girl keep your head up and walk proud the ghetto cant break you 
and the hood cant make you who you are stay storng little black girl keep faith walk 
the walk...

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Just cover your eye baby 
was home from the WIZ 
just cover your eye baby 
was my inspiration the 
simply pleasures arouse 
as I held my eye in place 
amazed that this moment 
was ours...

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A reckoning, daring taunt bestowed 
my weariness, a covenant catering 
to the boundary, of self why I'd become
 
more open to resolve, life's issues
abundantly, as though life was simply,
a passing fancy, cleverly orchestrated 

to be...

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In the bush the dancing begins early 
     Leather drums call from far and near. 
          Steady rhythms mark timed steps, and...

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Dark skin sweats in a dark night
as around the fire, they drum on.
They drum their pain and their joy.
Red sparks fly birthed by the log.
Hearts entrain to flying palm beats.
Eyes closed adrift in the sounds...

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