Long Milks Poems

I am…

Washing a stormy night clean, its promise
this empty grave,
where sunshine suddenly erases the shadows,
who sigh like dejected, broken tears,
surfacing in the dewdrops, 
lifting the darkness of a night,
before the blessings,
before the trembling silence
started to...

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pure and simple
the smile and dimples
the vanity of being wanted

loved and adored,
 such admiration might
 cause one to be ignored

thus should such behavior
 cause others to favor
simply by the looks of the flesh

eyes can lie
and...

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A DREAMERS PLIGHT ON JUDGEMENT DAY

Give solely sovereign sway & Masterdom.
The air nimbly & sweetly recommends itself unto my gentle senses
To commend the ingredients of my poisoned chalice.
But this same thing we desire the most
That...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking ‘bout the stew I burnt, which I hoped he couldn’t...

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I’m the whispering voice of legacies long sense past, the overseer
Of generations traveling with broken wings of tribal tradition,
A vanquished chieftain, whom sheds his sacred feathers, as tears
Shame upon the white man’s winds of manifest...

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Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean...

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By the 
Chinese 
poet 
fengwenshu 


My space 's small emperaror-my son-

As a Roseate for endless routh, 

When unborn my son, 

Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

And...

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By the 
Chinese 
poet 
fengwenshu 


My space 's small emperaror-my son-

As a Roseate for endless routh, 

When unborn my son, 

Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

And fire...

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Where darkness bleeds its prayers
Over my spirit, blinding me
With the illusions, the images,
Blurred visions of yesterday, betrayed
By the silhouettes of promises,
Unafraid of the cool, clear skies –
Unafraid of the despairing night.

Where darkness milks the moon,
Wiping...

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A huge shout out to my dear friend, Eileen, for creating a wonderful memory with this collaboration. There is a vital lesson when moments like this are created: The cure to uncertainty is togetherness. May...

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I entered a little contest on the soup
Where entries were judged according to
Merit and favor and everything good
With a judge who knows poetry as they should

My entry was scribbled on the back of a card
Then...

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On a velvet night, when man enters woman,
like a wave kissing the shore with repeated desire,
and the woman opens her mouth like a flower revealing its petals at dawn,
her teeth shine like stars that form...

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the blinds die and end of story,
 There is no story...What to talk about?
when there is nothing to talk !!
Keep the silence for the flowers.
and "The smell of lilies and Fridays
And as a target ...
the...

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The logical possibility to jump over the moon,
make sense when considered its cheese eaten with a spoon.
The same cheese became famous by Mozart composing Cinderella,
melted in on bread called Mozzarella.
The milks fat has its meaning...

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A new day begins
As the day before.
The Jersey girls assemble themselves
Into their usual cow chain.
One girl’s head follows another’s tail.
Then head then tail,
All along the sodden trail.
This habit has worn a pasture lane
Of mud and...

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Arise! Africa

Arise Africa and let the mills wheel along.

Arise Africa and feel the wills meal prolong.

Enclosed in the winds, the milks of nature endowed,

Enmeshed in the oceans, topography of landscapes around.

The talking drum with the...

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My thoughts was that
She'll wait.
But she crept away with
my emotions.
She'd arrived like a lamb-
Even wolves in lamb's clothing.
She feed me with milks-
Fluids that has the looks of milk.
I gulped her milks and farted-
Never knew was...

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flag

a train runs over me and mine
indifferent to our
cries its moguls feed without blinking are incredulous
masses going to swell to occasion grace is it
to be sheep suckled on milks of 
savage pride while honey-blessed malnourished
legions...

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In dawn's embrace, she strolls the dew-kissed fields,
Her tender touch, to morning's yield.

Silken hair, a cascade of midnight's grace,
Soft hands whispering, love’s gentle trace.

Beneath the boughs where shadows fade,
She moves with ease, the milking maid.

Her...

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Whatever turns your crank

Whatever tickles your pickle

Whatever dunks your donut

Whatever waxes your dolphin

Whatever buffs your Buddha

Whatever pops your cork

Whatever pets your monkey

Whatever frosts your cookies

Whatever spills your pills

Whatever trips your trigger

Whatever humps your camel

Whatever melts...

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Wind in the air, fair day.
Not the fair we play.
The hay is in the barn.

July heat bearing down.
Sweat upon my brow.
Sowing the seeds of worth.
Plowing future golden waves.

Summer is the season.
Harvest some and wait for...

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ATTRIBUTES OF AFRICA

Africa and Africans.
The continent and her 
inhabitants.
Rich in like cultures
And full of African 
hospitality.
I'm a proud African. 

At the East,
The flag of peace 
Is mounted on the 
peaks. 
Then to the West
Is the...

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Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts...

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Each day I go to work to graze at my desk,
I pass many a sullen cow grazing in the field.
They have ropes around their necks that bind 
them to a peg,
And I a tie around...

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I think my MOO MOJO has let me down
that HE bull, Morris, just grunts and frowns
he doesn't even glance around
when I pass by, I'm just another COW.

Those devilish twins, Dan and Dick
sneak out at night...

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