Long Patronise Poems

Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with...

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The American Presidential Election on 8th November 2016
Will determine the nation’s future policies and government
Its candidates will qualify by caucuses and primaries successes
And all most definitely with seriousness will give addresses

Hillary Clinton is a democrat...

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( The views of a grumpy old man )

I have now for certain concluded that the nanny state thinks we are fools
I have seen our society changing I am staggered at some of the rules
No...

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That endless black ribbon is a truck driver's home
with his bunk there behind him,he's destined to roam
  Outside of the circle,on the fringes of life
he feels the rejection,from even his wife
  Oh,he knows...

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The Cromlech


Roots do not grow in monolith mono-light mono-life 
the flat stone of wisdom balances on light and darkness

No moon without the sun the stars the little me in Universe
frightened fortunate translucent transparent transitional opaque
in...

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Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things, 
Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings, 
Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome, 
Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome. 

I don’t know how...

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Remember the time there was no sun
And the world was dark
and we all lacked
Living in a disposian age
And apart for the Lord there was nobody else
So we kept his word
To avoid his rage
Then came abundance...

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wasting my time and money to help you
i'm not asking for much 
just want to smote your enemy
yet you fight me on this tooth and nail

rolling out the big screens on the tank
showing the people...

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?/!

Why?
What for?
Please explain,
Tell me more.

Why now?
What’s changed?
How did it happen?
Who’s to blame?

What did I do?
Where’ve you gone?
Why can’t we talk?
Are we really done?

I don’t understand,
Nothing seemed wrong!
Why’s she not here?
Am I really alone?

What should I...

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In the museum, you will find amazing history regarding
the relics of our past. Gruesome and grim in their telling,
a dark prelude to everything seen by the moon. 

But hold it delightful that these days are...

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Many an interpretations have I known of tales,
Of darkness versus light, gruesome versus delightful.
A time bedtime stories were Mamma’s pride.
Fortunate we were to look upon her face, all lightened.

Came an awful nanny, turned us to...

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It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are  all bereft

I'm talking about ptsd in remission 
Anyone can suffer from this condition 
It...

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I promise  
I promise to love you deeper than the Atlantic Ocean 
I promise to adore you higher than the Killimanjaro mountainous romise to care for you more fragile than a wine glass 
I...

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Where would you like to be buried they asked
Well really that’s not my concern
It won’t bother me if I’m under a tree
Or stuck on a shelf in an urn 

Tell me what kind of a...

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- APPARITION- 
                            
Cloudy coffee in a silky...

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Golden is yourself, so Harry is golden, 
And there is no reason not to eat eggs, 
So the twelve eggs are also lain golden, 
On each level to signify there’s no begs. 

The ladders are...

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THE STREET CHILD.
Nzongi N.Mwero.
Cell phone +254727254534.

Why me Am like a doll?
Why me not play a ball?
Why me not receive a call?
Why me if I become tall?
Why me if I become sick and fall?

Where is my...

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Inside. 


Slip sink delve into my mind 



It is warm with mysteries of a horrid kind 



Things that children run from when they find 



A rare eye I have for such a design 



A purpose...

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They give what they don't have:
Leaving their children to
the lion's paw to devour them,
while addressing the ills 
of others' children.

1)Wroughting diverse miracles are they.

2)Skilled in elating words,
even bailing heart out from
turmoil's prison.

'Nemo dat qoud non...

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Are You Skew-Whiff?

				Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
		upside-down
		back to front
		inside      out
		topsy - turvy
							Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
					Beckoning confusion and despair? 
	Does your heart pound even when there’s...

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Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
 are the most annoying. 
We creep in the monolith shadows 
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and...

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Poetry of my inner museum penned by keys, 
to express the prelude to my anxiety and agony.
A panic to release my frightened barbed mind,
no longer to live this awful innermost state.
Uttering my release of grim...

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“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re 
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild] 
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].

You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
playing field. I hope...

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I’m looking in a mirror,
I’m window shopping
For what I used to be.

I’m closing my eyes,
I’m letting go,
Trying to see.

I remember when I was a child
I often let my imagination run wild,
I’m clock watching now,
Pray it’s...

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A circular blue distorted haze, the portal as it is known,
So tangible you could feel its powerful force,
Transporting the space craft to worlds unknown
Via spontaneous computers which navigate its course. 

Travel of an exquisite exhilarating...

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