Long Misnamed Poems

I have go not advanced degree
from a fancy eastern school.
I’ve no idea who Beckett is,
so you declare that I’m a fool.
Yet yesterday I restored to life
an old engine from the thirties,
I’ve got a PhD in...

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Nights of flying  dream world,
who might chase a raucous laugh,
or seek indeed  mirthful excitement,
the sort that has embroidered twists,
as is generally perceived by intention,
but epic hurdles formed in still frame, 
city snores past...

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Alone within emotional wilderness
(mine) biding leisure time
January 19th, 2020
without reason nor rhyme,
yet woke with sublime

pained acute awareness,
how once prime
merrily rightful autochthonous occupants
their land stole equivalent value
not much more'n dime.

Simple man dwells admiring
mother nature's architrave
home of...

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Women —
we are the fault lines of the world.
Every shudder,
every quake,
every heartbreak —
we hold it.
We turn pain into knowing.
We carry weight like it’s woven into us.
We feel everything,
everywhere,
eternally.

We are tuning forks for feeling,
diviners of grief,
antennae...

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The jars were meant to confuse even me —
labels scrawled backward,
dates falsified,
contents misnamed to keep them harmless.

I stacked them like decoys —
rows of false feelings,
the real ones buried deeper,
sealed in wax no hand could open.

Years...

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Standing here in the mind of mine
passing through and over time
pulling out thoughts sublime:
sorrow, hate, pain, joy, love, sanity--
all the mould character of my humanity;

On the outside, my African character is evident
despite the imprinted middle...

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Standing here in the mind of mine
passing through and over the time
pulling out thoughts sublime:
sorrow, hate, pain, joy, love, sanity--
all the mold character of my humanity;

On the outside, my African character is evident
despite the imprinted...

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Alone and hungry
left leg aches like a broken peg
in the mugginess of its left slipper.

Not a good day for fixing anything
but the sealed and over salted,
the quickly warmed and spooned
that can be mixed into a...

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Matters little when life like a lifeless leaf in the wind trembles
Surging forth, seeking serenity, summoning common sense
In quarters cut off from conversation and creative communication mumbles
As couples lost in the mendacity miasma boast and...

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I speak English—
not because it is mine,
but because it was burned
into the soft clay of my childhood.

They called it brilliance
when I spoke the master's tongue,
and shame
when I whispered my grandmother’s lullaby.

But language is not just...

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This sea's end on a misnamed shore
Is not the terminus of your sin
Nor my beginning in the dusky yore
But we can in false time begin
To ridirect the world from the whim
And caprice of self-lost to...

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chariot of outreach,
i do a moderate dance
in the form of a stomp 
on your existence

as i gallop into the wide
unknown of your most
feeble pleasure, i recall
a windy dawn in which 
you howled my name

when i...

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S is for Sugar, once a sweet medicine (it still is, in places)
U do know it was medicine in India in the tenth century -
G God knows why it is so addictive these days (money?)
(As...

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The heart expects promise 
 Disappointment awaits the frail  
 The mind forgets 
 
Born to learn love, quick to forget that others feel the same 
Internal battles, unseen desires wishing to be unveiled...

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I study eyes, eye's only mind sees.
Inside those orbs a little
protogenic me crawls away.
The tiny creature is going back to God,
he remains cohesive in a residual way.

A solar system is watching;
its dying sun is a...

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The medicine man looked into Little Eagle’s eyes.
You were misnamed, he told him.
You have the spirit of a cougar.
You should have been Little Cougar.

Little Eagle instantly understood.
For cougar was his totem, he related to her.
She...

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Reality how you cover
because you can my lover!
Taking truth and color
your paintings of others!

And sleepers we are all
enjoying false glee 
and moumental parties
within the emptiness 
of things misnamed!

Between thoughts from 
'there' and sights...

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