Long Leached Poems

Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its bounty
majestic Oaks rain
fruited missiles to ground:

thy treasure feeds life itself
creatures...

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O balked from the tree of his righteousness
Dried out, crushed to bitter pulp, I am bleached
Of his nature, his image sin digest
Till I am a chemical drip, a leached
Embodiment of human reason, just
Paper without special...

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I am not a blank slate to score upon again
Yet there is this gap, this hollow place
That wants a name. I search for it in vain
The alien presence of eyes, and of face
Nothing comes back...

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Time is a fickle thing for those
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The birds of pray are on their way, in every beak the Word

(of ptomaine tomes by gnarly gnomes) whose meaning is obscured;

they roost aloof on every roof, obscene but always herd,

to tell the tale of...

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Charlie. I worked with Charlie for 14 years. He was a little older than me, did the same job. Sure had the "highs and lows" - he must have been manic-depressive or bipolar or something....

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My thumbs jolt around the bright interactive screen, 
little letters appearing with each little poke, 
typing way faster than the speed of a bullet. 
Then the screen goes dark; i have finally awoke. 


The trance...

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66 Million years ago
Fireball from the sky hits 
Echoing life-planet,
Snuffing almost all in darkness
Mouse like burrowing under the inferno. 

1750
People harvested like wheat
Strong men, children and women
Especially women
Packed into sea vessels 
To Build America

1854
Holding stinking...

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She’d kept the pewter dusted and displayed
since 1959.
A verdigris had leached out of the urn nevertheless
She had been hard on him, had forgiven little,
but felt much closer now.
The television became a corner coffin,
its screen a...

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We went back to my house,
our hands not holding
but lively nerves under our clothes
still slow groping the unseen.
The moon raced ahead of us
like a thirsty dog.

Mama wet her knickers earlier today
and she yelled at everyone...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire sparkle of small hours.

Sky-cried raindrops trickle down the window pane.
My...

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[Additional piece to a joint writing entitled LAND OF POETS A REALITY by Donald Kuutsi, Blessing Masora, Sithole Albert and Pardon Simango]

Like the deep I dwell in such places faraway far,
Too soon amid the nears...

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I dream fragments of poetry, 
	my pen balanced in my hand, 
	journal opened to that page 
	already darkened 
	with blots of frustration,
	asterisks for seemingly important ideas, 
	collections of words and phrases 
	intended for collage and...

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The groans of ancient years still echo in my bones. It is a pain 
That lodges in the weariness of Africa. Curled in her, the strain 
Of old world history. Out of her given darkness...

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Old man vagabond searching for his home
Is this why you started to roam
Something in which you long ago lost
What was the cost
The price that you have already paid
Might of been easier should you of stayed
Maybe...

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In this small square room of mental illusion,
I look at my reflection in a state of desolation.
I'm not what I am in this state of confusion,
I'm trampled on the ground by my sense of delusion.

I'm...

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The moon raced ahead of us,
like a thirsty dog.

Mama wet her knickers earlier that day,
she yelled at everyone,
for she didn't see it coming.

Later, we teenagers latch-keyed in,
the empty house begged us to come together,
passion leached...

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Surely you are a body heavenly
for you pull magnetic upon my soul
but ever since you retreated
Gravity felt onto my every whole

Calidity ever soft on my face
I can only but whisper your name
Pallid without your embracing...

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There are people who make up misguiding lies,
use words to hurt, wound and paralyze,
they put up'walls or mountains to the skies,
of unscalable heights and unmeasurable size.
 
They set us adrift on a windless wave,
to spew...

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The night ended in smoke.

Sleepwalking fumes 
          rolled over the park,
perambulated in groggy circles,
then got stuck in the tree branches
      ...

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What made you turned from church
Like a derrick through the sky
Finding the unintended wall?
I did not see the bottle in your parents hand
It was a sober home I believe
And we shoeless then
Longed to walk in...

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I wade into my creek...
I wade into the Prairie
Crayfish scuttle about my feet
I can feel its slippery algaed rocks
slide perilously under my feet.

The sun is high
90 degrees, even in shade
in this stiffling July heat
Not a...

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Ganesh in the Deeply Dark (Dawn)

I sit, sullen
in this hot tub,
grown warm.
Here, I sit,
grown cold,
grown old.

The stars seem dim,
though neatly
arranged.

The dead leaves,
having leached their
green, beseeched their
sun-god, having breeched
their tip-top, up top, paraSol-top,
having reached the high...

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Dormant aspirations lie in winter's fallow ground
Burgeoning freedom furrowed in shallow soil; sovereign elements do pound
Infertile seeds in barren hearths tightly wound
A cold wind from on high scourges each, desolate mound
A dreary drizzle from hovering,...

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Like the lost sounds of evening bells 
The voices of children pealing 
The last lie of innocence in papyrus away; 
Not the baubled brook in joy; 
The rinsing screams soliciting crude customs back, 
Spreading phonetic...

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