Long Panning Poems

This is one excited kid and one PROUD father...



I took my son to the lumberyard last Tuesday afternoon. The day itself, though toasty, was the best in quite some time.
And when we’d finished shopping -...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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Quotes:  -- "  deus ex machina "

""Aristotle praised Euripides, however, for generally ending his plays with bad fortune, which he viewed as correct in tragedy, and somewhat excused the intervention of a deity...

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                      Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, 
       ...

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Love:

His gloved fingers loosely grab the tin cup as he sits slumped over.
People pass, barley glancing at the tattered man before them, their faces uncaring.
He has no home, no duplex or even apartment to call...

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Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear,
to follow the sun.
Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun.
Makes for fluid thinking when
the mind thirsts in it's ilk.
For Mother's milk.
For the...

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Ah... already the summer 
approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze 
one more rhyme 
before September first,
thus the following lines after...

Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves...

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A line, 

Maybe a bird

traces its way across

                A canvas of White

Stagnate and panning the landscape

it becomes enamored by 

...

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The sun melted and fumed smoking in the disoriented darkness of the creeping night.
Exulting to breathe life within tormented crusts of hardened granite and molten lava
Waiting for the cool sheen of the silvery moon to...

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Leaves are falling once more. 
Remembrance is trickling and passing across
a respectful but not inevitable thresh-hold.
Not today please, I’m not ready so soon. 

I can hear the sounds of my memory song
although the words have...

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Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow

leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true

quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of...

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On this great patch
unfading black race stand-
Symbols of grace abide in tribes of heroes-
We represent a prosperous palms of an ancient land.
We are the African selfie,
a descriptive map of Africa to the world.
What our faces...

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Echoes from Adebayo

Make sure grandmother see your face,
tell her of the fastened ground which 
harbours me in promiscuous manner.
Prepared a gainful story in your lips,
my mother must not know that life has
made me one of...

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The Thing

I remembered, before all this mayhem, that I had just poured whiskey down a cheating chess game machine, blowing out it circuits, making it useless saying in my head, "Darn, for it had beat...

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There is no shame in nakedness of self
Discarded were the clothes of woodland creatures
Who would have worn them off eventually

Stand before me,
Look-
There upon that black shelf
The one that extends forever in directions of the sun

Watch-
Up...

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“But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear 

Unto myself, so that I may finish my race with joy....” ~

Panning for gold to gather jewels from the rivers bed...

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The crumbling stones
against the Canyon walls
they restore my thoughts
they once were mighty large
ingenious stones 
now they are crumbled
crumbled into the earth
these stones shall crumble
to nuruse the grounds
seeds shall sprout from 
these stoney areas
to feed the...

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He is an old pan man and knows how to pan
Finding gold is easy, the tricky one is diamond
A diamond in the rough is a crude old stone
But the one he would polish would be...

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I know you are here
My old, friend
Hoovering til I cover
My nakedness
With warmth

What is to bring me comfort
In this life of storm
All this grief
That clings to form

I'm tired, so sleepy
I believe I will rest
Not now my...

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If I'm moon in night's sky and love's warmth's not apparent,
rhymes' truths seem reflected at best, light’s eclipse
still’s a rare thing and not of my choosing! Love dims
in life’s shadow, emerges, but orbit’s unceasing
and lovingly...

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Eggshell Days

We are walking on eggshells and trying not to break them
Do this, don’t do that! To wear a mask or not?
Life used to be so simple
Is it he, she, they or, none?
African American, Black,...

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that fish patiently wait 
at interface of water and fate
burping bubbles for their troubles
water bugs and mosquitoes
unwilling, unsettling for nibbling placebos
acting on a deeper, more hungry drive
to ascend today, eager to stay alive

jaws set wide...

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On a road traveled, over grown with time
Now a foot path memory, of bittersweet pines
The sign, with a smile, marks a turn, taken
Leading down to a tree, where first love was forsaken
A raging river of...

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For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whos' only wish is to remain...
like windchimes in a hurricane
we lose the scent
of song
of self 
of flesh
seeking to find what we think 
we want and wish...

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