Long Muds Poems

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Spring: Beginning, the practice run, 
      Hello, hallowed ..., Aubade;
Cringe reflections and spare the fun,
     hues, tints, oh yes, and shade,   
  ...

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wish it were raining pots and lots,
  that when it rains or dark comes ,l leave;
because sometimes I do not want anyone to see me ..... 
I got used to living as a refugee...

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I thought I heard a strange sound
Coming from under the ground
I looked around but all I see
Were squirrels running up the tree
And a man across the street
Talking on the phone telling
His wife that he is...

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Once upon a time,
a heart beats with bliss.
As the clocks chime,
we part with a kiss.

As you fade away,
the snow blinds my eyes.
I pray as I stray
under various skies.

The tiny glow wanes
as I hold it to...

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Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt,
(Tribute to  Philip Freneau and his poem,
The Dying Indian)


Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt

I welcome you- sweet dawn, soft break of day
As your...

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Does the greens leaves the leaves!

Waiting for the sun to rest for the day,
Dreaming of the night sky with stars.
He treads his path in the field of wheat.
Unable to step any more further,
He stands in...

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Jesus is the beacon of love
That we know will never fade
With his angels that come from above
They are sent down to bless our days
He is the joy that will crave
The potter that muds us into...

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She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath

With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods

Traversing dead lilies and stenching muds
Oar scraping roots and sounding thuds

On muddy fronds...

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There are kingdoms with no throne
There are children with no love
There are mums who remain alone
There is no love with no one to love

A child alone in the dust and muds
Bitterly covered with rugs and...

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Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
Today is a special and memorable Sunday
Indeed, it’s a novel or a new creation
The sky is adorned, decorated...

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Her  toenails had spikes that could stop a train
Her fingers were claws that could dig through a drain
Her teeth were jagged, her breath was ragged.
There was no doubt we would have our work cut...

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The Guild
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By: Hephaestus and Minerva
A conversation about both
Oak Island and Rancocas Finds
Treasures and Artifacts


Built by Brutus de Villeroi
found in the muds of 
Rancocas Creek.
Blackbeards sword on the
Crystal Coast.
From frustration to
a calm happiness
he spoke in detail...

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When Man Finds Fault With Nature's Renewal Plan

Should ever hard sad winds blow
rustling amongst young vibrant trees.
In midst of very deep white snow
up above a giant's huge knees.
There begs winter's heart and its wrath
upon the...

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Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with dirty sticky wet...

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Corked off glue, oral mucosa clamped, oyster bald razor, thumb running along twine binding the package, a conductor testing violin tension. Hairy balls of fire, a jackdaws caw, drawing her in with dirty sticky wet...

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THE KNOT 

In this dark lonely life that I 
have 
You are my golden star, just 
shine 
If the happiness that I have is a 
sign that you are mine, then it's 
fine 
I am...

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You
Who are you?
Who are you to despise me?
To threaten my future?
				To judge me?

Who are you to hold on to my rights?
Who are you to judge my abilities?
Who do you think you are?

A god?
An ignorant and...

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Sunrise
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                      By M. K. Dalei
When crows start sanctifying
the blue bright ether
with their devine words
The...

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so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations

so the obvious one is racism
do the blind only see the sound

if you take it like colour
as in shades of pink
is shade just a...

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Sobriety 
 In the beginning, it is like walking on a narrow track
With olive roots over the ground to trip you up and branches
Of trees slapping you in the face, if you fall get up...

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DISTINCTION

We complained 
As we were demarcated with colours 
We called the situation big big names
Preferential treatment were dished
Black muds all over our body
We were served black bananas for it
We were tagged 'Black monkey'
We all felt...

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Author: Okechukwu Iroegbu
Title: Let them hear...

Let them hear...
From the hills of Isuikwuato
My sleepy hilly land'e
From my new'est bride Uyo
To the ancient muds of Enugu
From Makurdi's Benue river beach
To those peaked crags of Jos
Let them hear...
As...

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If I could shapeshift…..
On Monday I would be a horned owl
Eating road kill, tasty and foul.

On Tuesday I would be an intelligent pig
Dressed in a pink rhinestone tiara and wig.

On Wednesday I would be a...

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DILAPIDATED GLOBE


A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.

At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.

Masses weep
Agony of the wretched...

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Winding past sand dunes
like shapes of a cratered moon,
the river moves and ibis stand
on stick thin legs in the grand
flow of the Nile.

Mississippi muds ooze through
headwaters overflow
down to the shrimp bayou.

Macaws call in misty dawn
awakening...

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