Long Lait Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even...

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"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had commenced as any other, unravelling out of bed, in itself...

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BLACK SKIN GIRL::
(VERSE 1)
for di morning lait, she dey rise kakaraka(strong) 
melanin shining, wia im belongs(belongs) 
wit di world on top am shoulders, but she get a heart so awoof,(black and charming) 
everi scar and...

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Fall in love with a poet at your own risk.

She’ll woo your mind with serenading

notes and undress your defenses

behind metaphors and rhymes.

She’ll merge emotions with home-made

verses in a nectarous word play, opening

the mansion of your...

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A morning bustles with activity. Folks go about their day, including a Siamese cat creeping past the sidewalk. But appearances are deceiving. This place isn't Disney World. Every day is a struggle for survival. A...

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Mornin coffee thinkin of you!
Simmers thoughts of a wonderful brew,
as dreams of romance percolate into view!
Such an awesome aroma I sense,
if we were to become more intense!
How's about a warm slow roast,
somethin that you'll like...

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Both of us vacationed at the same resort.
Had rum vis-a-vis. Mediocre story.
One night you offered me and friend to escort
To music bar du jour. I won't be sorry.

We met when for both of us life...

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Ah, Paris, is still calling me, as a romantic lover that has been the 
                 background of my dreams....

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Dee clubb of davos, meets twice a year.' Un saintly rules to
Tank' that stinks.. From here.' Like vegetation to long underwater.' Slime and stench creeping 'over the borders'
A land pristine of 'white powdered' mountains colonisers
Of...

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Stan and Mary went in town
To buy Stan a new dressing gown.
But he wanted a woollen one
In our March that is not on.


The shops are full of summer clothes
But Stan’s not warm enough for those.
Mary...

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Brings back aromatic, delicious yesterdays.
Our San Francisco les journeees!

Of winding streets and moonlit sweaty-love 
soaked sheets.
North Beach, homemade Italian fresh baked 
bread and cheese.

Our favorite, Osso Bucco, when we were in the 
mood.
In our shining,...

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(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)


Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way...

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As a writer
You can be anything your heart desires
take any shape size or form
as you please 
Infinite possibilities of all you can be and do
With paint and a brush you can be Picasso
you can be...

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Ladies from France
Renowned for their glamor
Parade designer dresses
All day long all night long
Like gazelles in stilettos
Looking fit looking fab

It’s a mystery and conundrum
How successful they are
To maintain girlish figures
While we punish ourselves
Trying to lose every...

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I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside.

I hope that I can cross...

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A concert hall was filled to capacity,
with revelers unaware of the atrocity,
they were about to face.
Evil dressed in black, intent to kill,
aimed their weapons with precise skill,
and fired into that place.

A favored cafe on a...

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Comprehension be beyond blue?
 
Then I am cobalt brightness and blue
Then I am blue like indigo clouds and mother galaxy
Then I am blue black tempered in pride and beauty
 
Figuratively find me beaming each tint
Café...

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What's in Your Cup?

[Please Ask Later]

I called, PAL A, 'What are you drinking tonight?'
HE said, 'Café au lait', with much delight.
He said he'd gone to her woman's,
On an invite.

I took out my bottle,
Found it empty
Ran...

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Come my love, let us dream and fly away to France.
C’est la vie when night time falls and déjà vu grows strong.
Let us risk reality and dream the whole night long.
Fantasies, come twirl and dance...

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You’re here.

I can see the goodness of your café au  lait skin turning mocha in the sun.
I can smell the sweat over your right brow as it slides down your cheek, mixing with the...

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Paris by night is gay,
I prefer Paris by day
I love the ambience and style,
French fashion stands out a mile,
From all the others in that trade,
The best designs are Parisienne made.
The French have flair beyond compare,
I...

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walking slow, oh it could be called dancing
crowded with Bourbon Street night people
music filling the air, we stop every so often
wrapped arms around each other and swayed

firing up to the already hot-blood New Orleans
seems to...

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I’m a little teapot*
Of that there is no doubt
I need my first fix in the morning
Or I will scream and shout!

The kettle whistles to let me know
It’s time to make my tea
The tea bag is...

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these nights
i sit in a fold-out couch
a apartemente parisien
No 5 Rue des Chantiers
and my heart takes the 
20 hour flight
9 hour time change
back to home
just to hear your voice
occasionally on the
other end of the line.

these...

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