Long Plundering Poems

The angles are in the storm
Just before  the break of dawn
Sending a message to everyone
Telling them to remain calm
The angels are singing out loud
They want to break the treacherous cloud
 and relinquish that awful...

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“The Blue Nazarene” 

caeruleum caelum 
in nubibus
caeruleum

caeruleum caelum
in nubibus 
de hyacintho nazarene

testimonium:

white stallions, 

clouds commanding
Christus imperium
above all below 

all below 
now present to worship 
a secular ghost

stopped dead in their tracks
those ridiculous battalions
games of war...

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They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core
They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors
Tall stout men with peevish eyes and strange looks on their white faces
Invade our quarters looking for...

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Let me narrate how Death came ‘pon this Earth, 
Said sage Vyasa to Yudhishthir, shattered
By Abhimanyu’s death, ‘Oh vain my birth 
Should a young dream die and lie scattered’.

A story it is from a Golden...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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My Math Teacher said:
I know how to teach you about 1
but can't guide you into comprehending None--0

A more sacredly co-arising binomial relationship,
less traveled bipartisan path
to know Zero rises positive toward full future
and suppresses negative
degenerating back
reversing...

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One of my several disabilities
of personal knowledge
through experience
and, therefore, empathic intelligence,
is to know what estrogen-driven "horniness"
might feel like,
look and sound like,
taste and smell like.

Gay men require alternative
deviant paths
toward green/blue/red
ultra-nonviolent 
cooperatively owned
and perpetually self/other-managed
multiculturally mediated 
open...

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Gbum Shaka!
Sing to me,o Angel of
The legendary conqueror,
The great elephant that 
Shook the foundations of 
The earth.

Whirrrrrrrrrr......hear the 
The voice of the wind 
Whispering about the 
Only Ama Nkosi:

Between the Drakensberg
And the Indian ocean,
The immortalized...

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Synopsis:
A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma in communities around the world. Innocent people, caught in the...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves...

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A quarter, a dime, a nickel or the lowly penny once dropped from a careless hand was never safe from the prying eyes of the Miser. The wig-tips shoes in “Old Man “ style with...

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The true believer in the Lord Jesus
cannot go on sinning deliberately so
for there won't be any sacrifice for them
but only judgement left, a fearful blow

In doing this trampled on God's son
disgracing underfoot Christ's redeeming blood
that...

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Africa does not belong to the West.
 Its raw materials do not belong to the West.
 The banana republics of French-speaking Africa do not belong to France.
 African immigration cannot be criminalized in the country...

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Earth and environment preserved for us,
all bountiful and all lush.
Very pristine, pure and clean,
Clear blue sky and lands jade green.

Languid wings of breeze used to carry,
Scents  of flora and fauna fondly and airy.
Sweet melodies...

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Clever queen, I maneuvered my way through all of the subtle and most obvious plays 
Masterfully 
Sensual aestheticism, sexual teetotalism, romanticism, sadism, masochism, hedonism 
Calculating many moves in advance, I played the game mercilessly 
Surrounding...

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An eight-pointed star 
Shone in the night in summer 
He came from above 
Not belonging to the stars 
Stranger to them all 
Is above the zodiac 
Plundering its fate 
He is from the pure greatness...

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“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows” 

wake up 
shake up 
kaleidoscope girl

jigsaw
see saw 
fit the pieces

she 
another world
away 

the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil

safe harbour 
opening 
portals 

for ocean steering 
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew

the slip...

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Sometimes, reflections from my mirror,
recall when I slumbered at nature's nadir,
as naysayers whispered in whiskey breaths.
Bewildered, I wandered in the wilderness,
until the mercy of verse reversed the curse.

Poetry you've always been the legacy of my...

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The armies they are massing:
They line and ring every shore, every strand bristling with 
The deadliest of weapons;
The tocsin should be sounded, 
And every cannon is round at its bore.
Fires rage unchecked and unopposed throughout the 
Entire world,...

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I

First thing on earth on birth if ye had done
Was ‘cry and breathe’, and survive every day…  
Then on O man, had ye her blessings won,
She’d not be in a state so dire today.
Had...

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Once upon a time, I was a beautiful queen, innocent and radiant.
    Sparkle with beautiful gold and diamonds.
    One of Africa’s top models.
    Until they come...

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For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest

Where is the love, Mamma?

Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, uttering
Your plethora of Faith keeps me steadily striving 
Though, frustrated when peace...

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(1.)
A Poet's Heart Speaking On One Current Politician's Game

From the abyss wearing robes of silver and white
shots fired hit and miss underneath sly pale moonlight
shadow-man, dancer in his own one man parade
illustrious actor of scenes...

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“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods,...

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Part I – Plow’s New Home

He was squiggly and fat with dark round eyes.
The auctioneer held him up, but no ayes!
HE MUST HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ MY MIND.
Five dollars, do I hear $10? …....

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