Long Playpen Poems

Date:   May  2051

 Raining morning dawning. Everything is
Best and rest in all Hakim Households.
Hours passed and in Damian's dome
Dolly rose and gently kissed Damian.
"Rise my husband. Strong man I remember 
You." She...

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I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany...

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September  2051

End of  Autumn breeze sweet and gentle
Fluttering the garden as it passed. 
Holly was on video phone with her parents 8 morning time. "Mommy you and dad should be here for the...

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Date: February  2051

It was a cool winter morning. No
Troubles all probable possibilities
Rounds out to be a winning networth
Of $375 billion fortune for 
Damian. He was in Contemplation
 style in his office for a while
He...

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Be truthful, supposing you were I,
Would you have not snub the thigh?
Opened its teaching; closed one eye
Move swiftly so shy
Rest weather to rely
Not on heart contemplating to comply
The weird moment fitting body's sigh.

How then after...

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They talk and talk
Running in circles
Trying to make sense
Of what they have, between the two of them.

They both have a lot of baggage, I suppose
Old wounds that haven’t entirely healed
Memories that tug at them when...

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I don't know why I am here but I am here
I don't know what to do but I  do
I don't know what to sing but I sing
I don't know how to laugh but I...

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Mideast Peace: Oxymoron

Though descendent of Jews,
I feel boggled at the brutal,
nasty and wanton war between
Israelis and Palestinians.

Many innocent victims
bred to know and hate their enemy
impossible mission
to reconcile one Semitic
group of peoples from another.

The bloody English
begat...

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There was a baby boy named timmy
Who didn't come from much 
But he had all he needed in his playpen 
He had blankets bikes toys and such

But timmy missed the park and time with mom...

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There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees,
A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices
Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering
A no man’s zone, turn from here humanity,
Dare not enter look away in...

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i remember the houses through the years where we lived with our parents,
The Magnolia house when we came to Canada with our father and mother.

Our parents had a beautiful wedding,
Mother had a beautiful wedding dress...

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it takes a fox to catch a fox 
so tell herod that hillter is dead
Geof Guthner a proud futher more a seduction of the haraalot
purple is the platform as they fuel up nomitated me to...

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Good memories of our brother Tom,
I remember growing up with Tom.

He is  my favorite brother,
When we came to Canada and he was born.

The beautiful days together, 
 When Tom was a baby.

I used to...

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I 

I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair 
with her sage sense of humor, dull and non-existent 
Seemed positively, 
metallic, blessed with flowing shackles, a gift, extended only to me. 
Limiting my...

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Anesthetics
Make us pathetic
We were numb from the bottom up
Imbedded to start habits we can't finish
What I mean is
Wrecked from substance
One more time would've done it
Lungs of smoke 
Intentions are a joke.
Choke! or fall apart like...

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Stranger my love before my eyes become.....
Fond memories recollected,
A love  so, so, so, strong,
Never could either heart without the other belong.
Succumb to the ghost I feared,
Nothing,
Not a blink from an eye,
Or tear be shed.
Sadness unlike...

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Everyone's always told me that boys don't cry,
But though I ask, no one's ever told me why.

Don't all kids cry when they fall down
And walk around with a sad little frown?

Don't all kids get hurt...

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for my two little energetic grandsons - Presley and Brenden...

PB  the polar bear cub, was born in a southerly coastal den,
And for about 15 weeks or so, he’d stay inside his 8x10 playpen, 
He...

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Our sweet, all white cat Snowball had ten
kittens!  Goodbye to Zen.
Each one a different color,
some muted gray, or ginger, and some multi-color;
and one was all black,
and a real little jumping jack.
When the time came...

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Manchild , growing up as an asphalt wild
out on the streets , takin' the heat , 
every now and then , gettin' my beat
earnin' respect , every little speck
stripes on my neck , head strong.....game...

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Way back then when I was ten
Naïve and still quite humble
Worldly wise but not yet grown
Each day would amuse again.

Games were skills of time to hone
On occasion there were tumbles
But magic still pursued my roam
And...

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Amongst the crowd, there were little jesters recently elected to their posts!
Recording and uploading posts to their social audience was a key to their political demise!
How ignorant and stupid must people be to place their...

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The Arctic Fire Bugs

Ice nights are the playpen
For the kids born to this land
 Skating rinks and bowling shoes 
Never touched a hand
Or foot that kicked at blocks of ice
As thick as you are tall
They...

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Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen

When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics

Anything...

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Hey ! Who turned the friggin' lights out.

swimming in the warm bliss of a moment

to a safety of purpose a beating heart
explained by many , understood by none
through a wall of water , wailing and...

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