Long Mam Poems

This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break.

Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding...

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CONTINUES PART II:

Then she departs, ... his newfound friend
stands (clueless me, no intro of her) I with Rick ... waiting
wife comes--(Hellooo Oh) newfound by brochure stand
he says, "My wife Kris." "Hm" <--(My utterance--smiling, as I'm...

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There was a little girl named Angel. 
Who had such a beautiful spirit and 
was cute as she could be. Angel had
a heart of gold, everytime she could
help someone in need she would. The 
sisters...

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Lisa and I went to a reception, yesterday evening, for students who’d landed summer fellowships at a particular hospital in Boston. (Yeah us!) It wasn’t formal, so I wore a crimson cropped sweater, a beige...

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“Irish I am,” my mam speaks in hushed tones to the air
She questions still, seeming to her alone
Intones, “Ireland, O Ireland, what are you?
Where do you keep yourself, so I may rediscover you?”
Her speech unknown...

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PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
don't need to see your Fruit or your Looms
don't wanna see your buttocks in those..
Vincent Motega's don't wanna see your...

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Wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up one morning
To find you were still a child
So much energy jumping up and down upon your bed
So many wonders and thoughts swirling through your bed
No responsibilities
Just fun and...

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From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. 

superbious gait
she glimmered in bright...

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AntiPoem 36
“Silent Mercies”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing
“Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem)


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Look over there.
See the stunned grandmother knitting,
Not speaking a word neither, nor...

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[This is an advanced version of a poem
that I wrote on the 5th of February 
2008,
titled "The 15th of June" in
commemoration to my late 
Grandmother,
Jane Mvula]
_______An Ode To My Grand(Mother)__ 
______
15 June 1918, was when...

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No winter postcards of deep snow and bliss
No winter postcards of mistletoe kiss
Winter was cold, winter was tough
Winter was long and we all had it rough
No Father Christmas, no presents for us
No wide eyed kitten...

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IT IS FIVE O' CLOCK IN THE EVE AND THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO MOVE ON!
I HAVE PACKED MY LIMITED BELONGINGS AND FEW ITEMS FROM MOM AND DAD'S PLACE AND I WILL BE...

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Hurriedly, I raced to the grocery reaching the door, when a girl ran up to me with a box of 
cats.

"Miss,  would you like to have a kitten"?  I had just searched the...

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PAUL BEADNALL TESTIMONY. FEAR TO FAITH TO FREEDOM. 

I was brought up on a rough council estate 1 of 6 kids, Mam and Dad from ungodly backgrounds there was no love plenty of arguing and...

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The kids now start their summer term holidays, hip hip hooray
Thinking of the things we can all do over the bright sunny days 

I got some time off work; just so to look after the...

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A Family home stands empty
dust has gathered where once the surfaces gleamed 
silence, no voices and laughter
now greet as in times now gone. 

The day has arrived, dreaded, put off for so long
Parents passed within...

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I love my mom 
with unabashed cliche,
                    when we hug, when we 
   ...

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A Life Well Lived
     by Robert J (Bob) Moore  (©2015)
The old man sat at the window, staring into space
people could only wonder, at the smile upon his face
but they had...

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At times you made me laugh,
Most of the time you made me cry,
At times you made me feel,
As if i were to die,
I didn't want to cope with what was happening with me,

I thought you...

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You were my life you know so to go in an instant took mine and your breath away
And I still haven't gotten mine back seven months later to this very day
You see you are my...

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{This "Free Verse" entry Received HONORABLE MENTIONS
              IN THE Intergenerational Poetry to Bridge the Generation
       ...

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I was not sitting at a table in a police interrogation room. *
Nor was I seated in front of a judge in a courtroom.
It most resembled a hall of inquisition to eradicate
every trace of Biblical...

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city limits;on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue,near a tire shop,and its where billy 
the kid the out law lived and died;as brushy bill,so sad,yet here stood by those 
very same street names in real life,his...

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Two houses is what I call home, with two kitchens and a bed in 2 places I roam, I walk the streets without knowing what’s  next, could it be the worst or maybe be...

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