Long Nostalgically Poems

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire essential 
commodities sabotaged 
at the altar of...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I could smell no smoke
'Go and take a closer look' 
a...

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Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative 
deserted island pitted with absolute 
zero salvation, sole recourse 
finds scant consolation with prayer 
lifetime atheist draws futile faith 
within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments...

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for Granny Letchumi (b. fin 19th C. - d. 1978)

Once i was a prince in your highbeamed palm-thatched house
  timber and stone
   of hardened mud and cold green shiny cement
in your village...

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i want to freeze this moment
to paste all this feelings
into one moment in time
these smells
theses thoughts
these sounds around me

the tuk tuk i am in reaches town
and from the mosque nearby
the mwadhini calls out loud
"Allah Akbar"
the...

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The sea pig wandered aimlessly through the straits of Gibraltar where once upon a time she had seen the pillars of Hercules standing proudly in that so long ago forgotten age

She sighed and swam on...

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I.

Wanted: Seer of Ice,

Free from Time's liquor,
and worth all of this pain,
I thought I'd tell you:

Going home today.
Stepped in a puddle of unreal blue,
it ate up my leg
like a factual disease 
we're never taught to...

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What compares to the present?
The present is like a needle
Time threading through its eye
A needle on a phonograph
My record is now on the B side
Still, I can't listen to the present

The future is encrypted
A symphony...

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In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks,
"We fear love," a question that ripples the calm,
We desire closeness, a sweet plunge into the verdure of the soul,
Yet doubt surrounds us when our steps become hesitant,...

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this alteh kocker nostalgically reflects
     being ma late mama's boytchik
(now, she long since deceased,
     whose cremated remains of day

     scattered to all points...

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(Inspired by Harry’s poems- The Old Oak Tree, Oh them hot air balloons, Death is Not the End and An Agendaless Age)


I have known Harry barely two years back
Yet I felt a strange rapport with...

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Our friendship is our pride, 
Boundless love story, 
Extraordinary rhapsody, 
Metaphorically not satirically, 
Chronological not nostalgically..
Our costumes consume cost...
This is not fanciful is factuality 
Just like classical literature stories/movies, 
So our friendship unfold ..

Not like...

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Sitting next to me, you turn pages of our album
Unfolding sweet memories, treasured longingly,
Revealing verses of love in ballad of setting sun
Glittering autumn’s twilight on golden foothills
As blazing meadows inflame yearnings of visions
Beckoning us to...

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March

Sweet, bitter March,
last year tears haven’t dried out up 
till now and yet you
are already at the door,
knocking lightly!

Sadness is still flapping over my head like
a frantic goose, what have you brought with you
to silence...

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Has it ever crossed your mind how many times it has crossed your ear?
About those crossroad terrors that instil fear,
Or those crucifying rail rides by seers
Where crooks cronies crack jokes about their cruel peers
Elders nostalgically...

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It was in September that Poetry first came to me -
a time when summer’s embers, for me had not yet caught fire
until, that is,  Poetry walked casually toward me
wearing bell bottoms and a young...

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Jinu Turned Six


The house was decorated with balloons and buntings
Family cheered as Jinu turned six in the leap year gone by
Multiply it by four, but my Jinu remained glued to six
She lives away but her...

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The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I will rather then be banish from being;
 And become a...

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Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the...

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You fill cavities in me I never knew were there
Like you dug inside and wildly bloomed
I felt your inviting light invade the sleep
‘Til I was jarred, shorn up, and doomed  

I still think somehow...

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Gleeful happy joyful jubilantly wonderful exciting times
Unknowing about pandemics, upbeat feeling climbs.
Two-thousand-twenty sobering, history unprecedented.
Wishing China bat-eating fetish never invented.

Family laughter disappeared suddenly January weekend.
Hugging, kissing, contacting, unacceptable, distance recommend. 
Turning USA upside downward, Covid-19...

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I can’t bear that rock in my shoe,

As I sit, I glance up mesmerized by the sunset’s view.

Seven deep in a grocery line,

The wonderful innocent stare of a baby and mine align.

Two minutes ‘til the...

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I’m a little older now, ’tis true
The colours on the canvas
Now all in autumn hue
Moons ago
It seemed as though
The past would never be
Sweet scents of spring
Would bring
Summer sun
And childhood fun
Endless days a dream come true
Until
Fading...

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Your face is like a playground
with curved edges inviting
energetic laughter all around,
nostalgically exciting.

Your eyes are like a swing set,
lashes flapping with each blink.
Sometimes puddles below stay wet,
but your tears I'd love to drink.

Your brows, like...

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Bonfire burning merrily shooting sparks
that hop and dance in bright moonlight.
On the top is the guy smoke covers feet
as the flames lick ever higher consuming.

Catherine wheels spinning colours madly 
while children's sparkles form misty shapes.
The...

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