Long Nye Poems

Such Tenderness
by Michael R. Burch

for the mothers of Gaza

There was, in your touch, such tenderness—as
only the dove on her mildest day has,
when she shelters downed fledglings beneath a warm wing
and coos to them softly, unable...

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From strange elixir of mind 
a form walks in forming strange lines, 
in a poem of a chant of a spell, 
encantrain echoes it's well.
Where roses bloom, 
dead and spirits recite their bleed 
of encantation-...

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Mma (Beauty)


Izunna Okafor dere ab? a


Kere kere ka ? na-egbu
?b?nad? n’anya onye ìsì
Onye chi ya g?zìrì
O were nke ya, mebe ngàlá

Mma ad?gh? n’ótú ?n?tsha
Maka na ihe d? ?t? bu ihe d? ?k?
? b? ezie na...

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Anyammiri Ala Any? 

(Tears of Our Land)


 Izunna  Okafor dere ab? a


Ala Na?jiria ebegbuo onwe ya n'akwa
Anya mmiri anya mmiri ebe niile
Akwa ?t?t?, akwa ndeeri na akwa ar?r?
?nye ga-az? ala any? ? 

Chi ?b?b?...

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Godwin Henry Osaigbovo (Pa Shakespeare)??
Here’s a soul that has the capacity to feel everything so deeply, cutting through the crust of words unspoken. A being that understands even the language of silence and hears when...

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In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real. 

I dedicate this poem to the women of Africa. Be inspired...

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In The Garden

Wow!  Plants and flowers and everything, they beautify the garden and make everything green.  But just underneath what is that I see moving?  It’s a cobra in its lair with...

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Merry Mary seeds of Davidson Street
      What you know about the N.O.D.A. 1520?
      Where mama was less drama than the red daddy
   ...

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The Fear.

Before the Good ol ' '48'  The Fear was always there, should you, could you call the 

Doc; must you rely on the gentry true or those who would rob you blue, or...

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A poem Dedicated to Fady Joudah and Naomi Shahab Nye
 
He was standing there, in that library meeting hall. I could see only his back side. A nice blue colored shirt, with a nice-looking skin...

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Here are my poem in Norwegian: (translation in English comming down below)

Du blir et år eldre
og du har gjort det med stil
Sekundene tikker
tiden er inne
du går inn i ett nytt år
med håp i sinnet

Tid for...

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This is an outstanding poem and thought that
everyone should read it. I also copied the credits
and author's name. Jim Horn

Poem of the Day: Famous

by Naomi Shihab Nye


The river is famous to the fish. 


The loud...

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I am such a moon struck human
(who swallows lots of cumin)
but stars, they have their way
(a potter throwing clay)
of making souljumps proper
Like hippie Dennis Hopper          ...

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COGNIZANT BUT NOT REPENTANT

Her baptism with fire did not provide her healing
as in dust and grime, sharp memories still arise.
The arch of her wide, blue, eyes showed cognizance
but not repentant for long ago actions of...

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A Painted Gaze

Sitting alone in soft and easy chair 
rustic gaze in artistic, painted scene. 
Yet, gentle beauty leaps from face and hair 
colors speaking, so softly blue and green. 

Were you happiest in your...

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Convalesced amongst peaks and valleys,
Verdant and undulating over Afon Ebwy, 
I paid my way through the colliery
With but a baker's dozen of years behind me.

Seduced by the hanging-left red scare,
I rejected ancient teachings and scripture
For...

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She Soon Became Ill

She soon became ill
From doing things illegal;
Again never will.

Why be illegal
Looking like a bright beagle;
Frantic flying eagle.

For words we were lost;
How much will her torch have to cost;
Keep warm from the frost.

Do...

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Tonight I die again
But now no more pretend
But I am folly
She's a witch
I am tortured by spirits mimicking everything I thought
So what's the point
Scars of hell surround edges of a dice-like room
Scared to death but...

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NATURE based on the Portrait No. 2 of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) by Kathrine Nash Rhoades (1915) – (Edited by Debbi Guzzi

My feet, my feet chilled to the bone, 
as I sit, sitting here alone....

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Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine...

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Is it strange that even after the contract you had on my body
	(The one I signed willingly)
has been burned and thrown to the waves,
who have eaten those ashy phrases voraciously, 
I still water the flower...

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NATURE by Jeanette Jones based on the Portrait No. 2 of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) by Kathrine Nash Rhoades (1915) 

NATURE 

My feet, my feet chilled to the bone, 
as I sit, sitting here alone....

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Our grassy lot above the sea,
Were sadness seldom found. 
melodies and ocean songs, 
twirled us round and round.

Never a reprieve from our 
laughter, nor a dull day befell.
A relationship so mighty, 
unafraid of the largest...

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War is declared 
the field is set
blood-filled pawns on a chess set
with the flag raised and weapons primed
for our disposable heroes 
their time is nye

the stone cross roads and the moistest fells
warmed from the flames...

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I love you for the love 
you have proven
I am able to feel.

I hold it in me, this love, 
like a pail of hot broth.

When I walk, 
it gently licks my insides,

a tantrum of hot...

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