Long Playgrounds Poems

I smell like pencils in September.
After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags, and nonsense lived.

You stared me in the eyes, since the...

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A Night On A Wharf

The couple decide to walk. The boardwalk still lit at this late hour guides them. They walk hand in hand,..whispering softly with small talk...solemn.,. lonely , yet together. The walk is...

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Despite the day-to-day signs of man’s bitter degradation, there were many in the South who somehow still failed to see the endless pain of segregation. From the viewpoint of those who never lived there as...

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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in...

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Born into a world with only one hand to hold
Delivered by eyes impassive to his existence 
cold fingers brought no warmth to his welcome
While no strength held him high.
The yearning in his eyes hollowed with...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and down each tree-lined street
Where childhood friends and neighbors meet
In history...

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What would I be without you...
Friends
What would I be without you...
Friends
What would I be without you...friends
I thought it would be funny to keep you hanging in suspense
at my expense
to pay the bill I have built...

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All these muffled mumble mouths are farting gas,
with a less complex range than an enslaved ahss,
inspiration sadly discarded as they spas,
the rap I grew up with is a thing of the past.

Talent? Witch please, mumble's...

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There cannot be happiness in the absence of freedom
So before me lie limp my shackled hands
Bruised and battered
Imprints of illustrious patterns
Disguising my fading fingerprints
I hear the sprinkle of rain, see the sparkle of thunder
I wish...

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Try walking a mile in my shoes!
Ever thought what that means?
Used so much in times of hardship but the reality
Of the statement has decreased in value it seems.
To wear my shoes isn't just to see...

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Mine Mean Mien, Hence Deserved Cross To Bare

Upon reflection of fatherhood,
onset of hands-on schooling 
fraught with narcissism
a role I lept in unaware 
with slim success
unknowingly portending how fatuous

frolics spelled ultimate doom
with theoretical strings attached,
when snagged,...

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When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two...

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ARE U READY?
What if the LORD raptured His Bride today?
Would you be ready?
Do you have all your spiritual ducks in a row?
Are you repentant?
You could be standing in line at the grocery store or asleep...

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What was missing in my life?
You!

I lived many years without you,
not knowing what I was missing.

One day a surprise came to us
at an unexpected late- in- life date,
it was a baby boy.

He smiled at us...

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Five ducklings feeding

The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family 
seven yellow stickers ducks 
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning

For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile...

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The children clustered 'round him drawn like bees to nectaries, 
for pleasant were his stories and they felt so much at ease. 
His mates though thought them nuisances and should be chased away; 
the stranger...

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she was a beautiful and rare wildflower
peaceful and delicate 
but with vibrant untamed hues

she had a blaze
that no one could grasp or contain
so she confined her truth in solitude

she often felt lost and consumed
by the...

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if I lie, will you believe me?
what if I don't, will you believe me?
what must I do for you to believe me?
what must I say for you to believe me?

what do you believe?
what you see...

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I came walking on daytime’s wake
a pigment dry palette of dreams
filled my pockets with hope
digitally mastered visions of glory
fuel for the broken fires of passion
each step of the journey a trial
each path a temptation to...

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gone r the days
when the school reopened in june
& v settled in our new desks & benches.

gone r the days
when v queued up in book depot
& got our new books & notes.

gone r the days
when...

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Going Home
I went home again, at last
   just after the mid March winter blast,
   as many years had slipped into the past
   lost too often to both time and...

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nature, storm, boat, clothes, house, water

AWASH AND AWAY! ©  KIMO

Listen, Katrina will come inland
Katrina has come to play
Playgrounds underwater
Sleepy times put asunder
Bedclothes hung out in tree tops, upended
Held fast in forked boughs
Homesteads beached, broken
Swirl...

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The way the old lay,
weak, it's difficult to make out the words they say,
sometimes they speak nonsense and mumble away,
but somedays they are okay,
acting more like themselves from back in the day,
yet still with less...

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Looking upon the purities of pureness

Playing within the playgrounds of innocence

Amid the undefiled lives from long ago

As I venture across these regions of space and time

The spheres of which I confront and question now

In regards...

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Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence 
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.

Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly...

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