Long Peddler Poems

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Dappled grey horses
sweat crusted and weary
hooves drifting dust
lift a day
passing dreary
The harness bells faded
reigned in at the rill
a cool running brook
near the base of our hill
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My eyes
I'm a lad
scant older than four
brought visions to mind
full...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there

The children...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children...

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From Latin and ancient Greek, English derived three words:
    poesy is the creation, the art work of poetic composition.
    poem is the created, with beauty of language and expression.
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There is a disturbing discrepancy
Between mortals and the spirit world,
Such as the eternal salvation of man
From the curse of sin and its hold.

The paradox of a meek virgin conceiving
After being by the Spirit overshadowed,
And then...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of thoughts in hourly cycles, with riddles, jingles and rhymes.
Each wash-up,...

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Don’t send me more 
Of your tragic poems
My dear 
Covered in blood
Of your monthly flood
Of tears

Don’t send me more 
Of your angry poems
My dear
Carved with the knife
Of your molten spite
And fears

I’m just a peddler 
With...

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The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I saw a colossal bunch of zeroes, six figures,
With a zero in front of the other numbers;
I had zero interest credited to my account.
I started laughing, I...

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I’m excited, I got a job
I now work for Bob Bob’s Gob Shop
They asked me to stand outside and sell
These white packets, of what I cannot tell

But I was shifting the goods a hundred an...

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James Hinkshaw

There once was a man named James Hinkshaw.
Who planned to go to town for a jigsaw.
He had hick-saws and jinx-saws
He even had a wink-saw.
But no penny-whinny jigsaw—

He loved riding to town in his rickshaw.
Once...

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Eyelids  heavy with memories 
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins. 
A baby with grown-up fingers 
Reads the past in Braille 
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past....

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I am trying to sleep here; can someone let the world know?

Somewhere the pressure cooker whistles, 
Rises in the night air, the smell of pulao rice.

The peddler selling eggs on his final tour,
The ringing of...

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Who am I?
A peddler, a giver, a labourer, a thief?
A monster, a maniac, a secret, a spy?
A friend, a fighter, someone barren of belief?
A realist, a hater, a forsaken doomed to die?
A dreamer, a tryer,...

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In continuation to the limerick "PEDRO THE PEDDLER" . . . : )

PEDRO’S BROTHER DIEGO . . . 

So . . . 

Didn’t Pedro have a brother he is called Diego
He is just back from...

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Who is this Malaysian boy?
His style is dashing,
His eyes are beckoning.
He is the eastern boy from Nnewi,
With the hands that work all day,
Where poverty has no space.
He is the western boy from Ile-Ife,
With the reckoning...

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10/17/16


Year round January through December

The weather
Taking turns for the worse or better
More or lesser

Among ancient and modern architecture
Made of similar and different textures

Near or far away from plants that do or don't have nectar
As well...

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“Cerebral Palsy affects all my limbs -
particularly in my lower limbs, [my legs] 
and slightly in my upper arms, [hymns] 
…it limits [how far] you can walk, [pegs].

But I’ve been [doing] sport [since a toddler].
I’ve...

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A man reached me at the market that day.
He lifted two handcrafted seats on his head.
He urged, "Won't you buy my chairs?" Today.
Nobody took my chairs. All moved instead.

I recall helping others with daily duties...

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I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street,
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
I handed him a stack of bills and asked for a receipt.
 
The box was wrapped...

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How to Find Your Way Home
                             ...

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Sheestah was the original Steampunk Peddler woman who could. 
She wandered Kansas prairies in 1873 like no female ever should. 
She was an inventor, an artist, a cartoonist, and worst….
She did not do any cooking...

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They met in Ashville on a bright sunny day, and
said "I Do" the 27th of May.
Five little babies, to them were born, and
hand me down clothes, so many times worn.

Not many jobs during that period...

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Have you been in touch with the peddler turtle? He said.
Green one who sings to himself and dances? Asked Jed.
Hoot owl nodded “That’s the guy, he is really something.”
His items are unique, some of them...

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Office what do we have here, handcuffed to this big chair?
She looks mighty young, what's her awesome crime?
Got to affix the penalty and the time to the crime...
What did she do, kill her mama and...

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Write bad poetrations, thus inclined
To me, said she gruntingly.
I said my pluraled poetry is good. I just
Cannot blotchitnize bad poetry if I lortryop.
You are brugingthed conceited, she said.
Not, I am the othoriginal peddler of truth....

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