Long Pottage Poems

WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS


In the delicious womb of all beginnings 
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things 
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts 
warm gurglings of God’s dream for us

Morning glories were waiting 
deep...

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To the bride of Christ I pen this letter.

Aya Jesu
Nwanyi Chineke.

I see you wobbling your feet lazily.
Blissfully content with the comfort of this world.
Forgetting you were sent on an errand.
For this world remains a marketplace....

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Before Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Before Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Before all concerned attempted to fix him
Before they all failed to make him great again
He was first an exported idea from the old...

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A vessel made for ultimate good,
God fashioned me in His image,
Not knowing my intrinsic value
I sold myself for a mess of pottage.

Being marred in the potter's hand,
but always His beloved daughter, 
He made me again...

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I
We celebrate Labor (LABOUR)
This year, with more PRAYER

II
I prayed briefly for my country, the people
Singing the "Pater Noster" - FATHER IN HEAVEN:
In the wee hours, as I awoke, thankful
As born-again believers ought to feel, say...

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This was how it went down
                Just before my countdown
          ...

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The rope is tight around my neck
And I feel it making its imprint
Into my flesh.
I glance at the growing crowd
That has gathered round
To watch me perform my trick.
In the crowd I see only pale faces
Whose...

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It’s Christmas day
Hip hip hooray
With festive cheer
And our family here
The feast begins
Amidst all our grins

Crackers pulled, mottos read
Fancy hats upon each head
With turkey eaten
We’ll not be beaten
Enter the flaming pud
Which looks so good

But whence it...

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AMASOWONMWAN

At arm's, I  am but your brethren, 
Ne pas comrade
Pour food, most have sold 
Their Honors for gold 
Others, a pot of pottage

The tree only bends to the wind
Because it doesn't know how to...

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STAY OR GO yes or no?
An offshore island we remain,
whether we stay or go..
But our history we need now
to declaim.. and say No!
Truly enfranchised for only a
few decades,now cheaply given
away for a pottage of gold...
all...

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It’s Christmas day
Hip hip hooray
With festive cheer
And our family here
The feast begins
Amidst all our grins

Crackers pulled, mottos read
Fancy hats upon each head
With turkey eaten
We’ll not be beaten
Enter the flaming pud
Which looks so good

But whence it...

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Automated Daily Warning
Satellite Sentinel One-Niner-Three
Geo synchronous orbit
Pacific-Med-Atlantic contiguous sea
Sunspot activity forecast
Will deplete Ozone layer more 
Than level originally forecast
On our bulletin before
Sunblocker max level needed
Forecast UVstrong clear skies
Max density protection recommended
For exposed human eyes
Contaminate Pollution...

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Picture # 4 used as inspiration

At our lakeside cottage where we have pottage at night  
When autumn  comes  and russet  mums' blossoms daze
   Go to  bed early, nothing...

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Oh, America,
my beloved America.
The world owns your soul,
and chortles as catastrophe comes.

Bartered was your legacy,
for riotous living,
and pottage no longer gratifies
your innards cravings.

Terrorist lambaste your innocent,
and spread false doctrines.
Fear and anxiety hold you captive,
casting foreboding...

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Gaelic: it was my mother's native tongue,
and her grandmother’s elder tongue.
Grandfather was a Romani gypsy,
horses naturally understood his voice.

My lips follow English,
a tangled language with too many roots,
tuberosities awkwardly clumped together,
like hard and lumpy potato...

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Hunting lips of rage shoot like a barrage
these sounds put on the run, a nearby witch
the victim’s now in need of bandage
covering the whole body stitch after stitch
everything near cracks, even the table
and all sense...

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