Long Lope Poems

Limericks croisés : Once a Mother Professor and Daughter
      
     for Farid & Zafir

Once (a) Mother Professor and Daughter
Came to Paris to see a Poet Mister
He...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787-

One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang 
And the valleys with every gaiety rang,
The sun just setting from a misty east
We had...

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I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power...

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Above a cloudy jar of brine
That floated greenish hard boiled eggs,
Beside a Schlitz beer waterfall
That told bar time (ten minutes fast),
A taxidermied Jack-A-Lope
With rabbit ears and tiny rack
Stared marble eyed into the dark.
“We don’t have...

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Retrieved Passage 3:
From The Book of Days, Sonnet 2


For Lo! I must relate this tome to you
who gather here to listen and believe
to tell the story I believe is true
before my sanity (BARK!) takes its...

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Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent 
      with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.

Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the grave,
I sneak through the trees.
The aroma pulls me along
through the...

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IF I could make maize grow in a desert
Then that power I possess by your will,
That which can make static air become wind,
That which can cause trees swing side by side.
If I feel down and...

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IF I could make maize grow in a desert
Then that power I possess by your will,
That which can make static air become wind,
That which can cause trees swing side by side.
If I feel down and...

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Without the families, the balloons, 
the printed animal T-shirts
the walkways grow pensive and narrow 
into unknown places.
Occasional security lights create 
small pools of certainty.
The darkness in-between the glow
balloons and smothers,
wipes away the memory of laughter...

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I feel my muscles
   cord up with tension ,
  can almost hear them creak
in the strain.
Lumbering over
  I lean in close,
he seems
    on the verge of passing out
face...

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Iridescent feathers
flutter down
    as a silhouette 
             passes overhead,
inquisitive
I bound over the landscape,
       ...

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Truth, Falsehood, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Verdad, Mentira

Note: I've tried in vain to upload, since November 2, 2013, the following poem: "Words uttered in a subdued voice in order to constitute a dedication,...

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The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in...

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“wundor weardh on wege	water weardh to bane*”

Across the path of fallen leaves, dark and unremembered,
Millions of white crystals teeming from a leaden sky
Darting like tiny daggers into my eyes, blinking, smarting,
Over frozen ground, rapidly white,...

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MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND


Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart,
And so instead of a man I've fallen in love,
it is in the mountain ranges my eyes dart.
Sweet, the giddy puffy white clouds...

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It sat way back in a thicket of of pine and oak
with the roof falling in and all the windows broke.
with brush as tall as the roofs eve,
to find this one could not believe.

I was...

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It was just a "Front", that most were supposed to see
Not a stud on the place, just "mystery donkeys"
Some days they were there, then just up and disappear
Maybe this is the reason this happened to...

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High up amidst a forest slope,
in bedding grounds where whitetails lope,
by ledges hidden from our eyes,
a quirky outcropping does lie.

Breaking a broadleaf canopy,
the scree-slope of an old quarry,
long ago Dibble cut blue-stone,
must be a century...

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I hear laughter,
   from the recesses of the woods
      as I lope in the shadows,
teasing my ears
     but the wind carries no scent.
A silhouette
...

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There are werewolves among us, or so it is said.
Not unlike what you conjure when you think “lycanthrope”.
They plot and they scheme for the blood they will shed;
they lurk in the shadows and feed on...

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Cowgirl Up

Well, I had a mean hoss like that 
Way back in twenty three
He had the surliest temper
You'd ever want to see

He'd snake them ears when I came 'round
An' curl his lips just so
Then flash...

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In Cities in Flight
transformations are chronicled over generations.
It can make us cry
out for the genius occurring
now and in our past. How
the unseen, unknown participant
was made known to himself
through devotion to those outside himself. He
guides his...

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Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Most exorbitant in glitters!
O, Divine blessing from above!
Rainbow of multiple colors 
And symbol of love!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!

Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
A universe, in you, I see,
With its vivacious forms and shapes;
Endless beauty...

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A sharp elbow in my ribs,
Listen,she hissed.
The regular thumping on the back door
Brought me wide awake.
Stealing nervously to the passage window
I squinted out.
There bathed in the moonlit glow
Stood a big Alsatian
Coiled to launch yet another...

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Sound come rolling at me
from
              where?
Its almost identifiable,
grabbing at my life force,
    trying to stir me
from
   ...

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