Long Loll Poems

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Once Apun a Time

This yarn is a flossy fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced together, adorned with fur-ther braided tails of human frailty. The looms were loosed, purling frantically...

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The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal...

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Endless ribbon of tattered poetry in pavement,

Trail of tears for wandering vagabonds,

Seek yourself from this time forth betwixt sunrise and senility,

For the tides of the seasons grow weary with long-suffering,

To the hopes thou clingeth unto,...

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PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!)

As days transpires, better we focus.
As life transgress, better our voice.
A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness.
Via the Founding...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's...

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Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts,
subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops—
thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves.

If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death
should drawn you into your self-box, I...

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This man was suited,
booted,scented,
and flew luxury class,
he was high ranking official
of a bureaucracy,
on one flight back,
I followed him in his life,
second by second,
he was called to a far off city,
to lecture on human resources,
he talked...

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The brook thrums as it vaults over the piled rocks
Rolling on deep into the Zambezi valley
Twisting, flirting with the rigdes that compliment the escarpment beyond 
And the indigenous lass strolled to the rivulet a rose...

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..............Baby Steps Out..
..........There's a waiting world
.......Doctors nurses eager staff
......A doting father, mother in pain
.....It is said that we chose our birth 
....An act of free will, desired destiny
....The paths are all charted by our will
....This...

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Calling and hooting
to the wind tiptoeing
along the terrified face
of the wriggling curtain
looking through the window
at the trees and their dark ghosts
casted upon the blood of
the moon o'er the floor-
where loll a breathless frog
silent as a...

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Lay down noiselessly,
as long as you stay still
and breathe lightly, then they will ignore you.

You can smile under your eyelids,
you can pretend that they have legs
and wear business suits.
You can imagine milking the poison
out of...

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APril 1 is ONe  

 April Fools Day time for National Poetry Month to begin the beguine

APril 1 is ONe

 

Lieberry Dissertation

 

APril 1 2014 NPM National POetry MOnth

 

Lettuce make a large important...

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2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal

Band yuh belly or just eat...

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Unlike the newspeak of today                              ...

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This is not a battle for gold
Nor it is a battle for the belly of any might.
This is a crusade to restore a hope, a pasture, a future for our scion. 
Farther east in the...

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All are feeling anxious on the old camp ground this night.
Weary Yanks are girding for tomorrow's awful fight.
Young soldiers loll about, staring blankly into slowly dying embers,
Dreaming of home, recalling happier times that each remembers.

Supper...

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Step by step down the hall,
Head hung low, gazing down.
Healing from the fall,
hurt covered with a frown.
Others ignore him,
Drowning in the pain.
Holding you under, hope you can swim.
sitting alone in the rain.
He is an invisible...

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The silence of years I break now
That I should not die entwined in pain
For I have lived this savage vow
To be a man, and pure against your stain
You use words and stories
Like false ladders of...

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SMOKEY - MY FIRST FRIEND

Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His favorite place to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought,
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he...

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Invitation to a Valentine Bash

(Direction to the Venue)

I live on the Heartland Estate
across from the Elysian Fields,
At the corner of Lovers Lane
and Pure Passion Boulevard
in the town of Romeoville.

If you are taking a midnight train
Get...

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Pedro was a mouse
A mouse who didn't eat cheese
He would like to have a choice
Of anything he pleased

He was a Spanish mouse
You can tell that by his name
He liked all kinds of things
Not everything the...

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Oh! You’ll be caught 
up in despair,
Tiring impurity, 
appalling aloneness.
The mechanical 
world’s
Swarming cities, 
smelling towns, 
urban’d country.
The world of haste 
and hurry,
Sootheless sit 
and restless recline.
Then nights won’t 
contrast days.
Yes, people will 
wake long nights,...

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Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His place of choice to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought;
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.

He looked...

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Smokey was a funny cat.
You could see him think.
His place of choice to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought,
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.

He looked...

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