Long Livingstone Poems

My life used to be a journey.  The destination of my journey was heaven and the current 
landscape mattered not.  
Now my life is a ride.  Rides are destination-free.  
Some people...

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One fine morning, I went to the farm,                           ...

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Its the last minute of the 11th hour
I have seen a demon wondering searching for a soul
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Convince people you have a speed dial to God's...

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The day was almost over the length of shadows added to the horror the suicided 
failure as eye kicked the step away from the very air eye breathed only to discover 
that the rope that...

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A man with a mission in land afar
To take his faith, become a star
And show the Afrikan the straight and narrow
Highlight slavery and end its sorrow

From Scottish gray town he did hail
And joined the child...

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An Englishman lost in afternoon tea,
Memories of a lotus flower love
Rajas and elephants in Delhi
Livingstone the explorer
Religion to convert

Laurence of Arabia
A leader of men
The Boers and the Zulus
Gordon and Khartoum
These are the things that shook...

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You are an African Queen.
Let your roots be the glow over your brazen soul. 
You are peculiar to the soil.	
Peculiar to a continent that holds history worth abiding.
A history that tell tales of hope.Hope unfathomable.
You...

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Doctor Maya Angelou the writer
Maya Angelou the actor
Maya Angelou the poet
The singer that was Maya Angelou
That Black lady
With silk smooth voice
Like silk smiling under the finger’s touch
She is dead

Maya Angelou is dead
How does that sound?
Do...

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Long, long ago and longer
When I was but a child
I read of Doctor Livingstone
Who ventured in the wild.
Dr. David had no fear
He went where few had gone.
This missionary and explorer 
To Africa was drawn.
The unsophisticated...

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When Coventry was cowed, it got Godiva.
The French were frantic, so God sent them Joan,
and Stanley showed up just when Livingstone
required him.  Enter left, a doughty diver!

What wasn’t needed was a fancy talker,
back-slapping, banter-cracking,...

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I’m like, “Yo!”,
and he’s like, “Woh!”,
and I’m like, “Good to meet,”
and he’s like, “Real neat,”
and I’m like, “Jungle sucks,”
and he’s like, “It’s big bucks,”
and I’m like, “It’s the pits,”
and he’s like, “What a ditz!”,
and I’m...

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What a stunning body
More pleasing on the eye than you’ll ever know
A selection of voluptuous curves and pleasing undulations
So scintillating and gorgeous like an alpine pass
If you were a national park you’d truly be a...

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The Lone Seagull

Lone Seagull flying
gliding in the gentle wind
on a lonely night

With only the moon
to light his path as he flies
in search of the truth

How piteous life is
to quarrel for a morsel
when there's other way

In...

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For Achilles it was his wounded heel
For Sampson his cut off hair
For me I would loss my inner strength
If you were no longer there

Like Stanley looking for Livingstone
Like Ponce de Leon searching for youth
I would...

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