Long Poverties Poems

In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and polyphonic purest capital boundary roots
for future's river flow investment
out-flowing down
from...

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I think I recall
way back in balmier lemon-delivery days,
which already feel Golden Ruled
and Ratioed
and Elixired
by comparison,
when the Affordable Care Act
was referred to as the Democrat Agenda
for universal health care,
and Paris signatures
were discussed,
even polemically,
as the Democratic...

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In London
A young woman
walks the streets
Laddered tights
Swollen feet.
Sells her body
So her kids can eat.
Is  She the one to Blame?

In Gambia
A man so poor
Addicts  his children
To Heroine
To keep their bellies
Full within.
He works all day...

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JUST WRONG 

Throughout my life’s journey, I chanced to see,
Many things to this day that bother me,

The things that chose the path of my destiny,
the path of life towards my Philanthropy 

I saw at a...

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A MINSTREL, OR A BARD, OUT OF TIME, IN A WORLD I DIDN'T MAKE(THANK GOD, I 
WOULDN'T WANT THE BLAME)



THE POINT OF IT ALL
IN READING OF HISTORIES OFT VIOLENT COURSE
I FIND TRUTH IN PLATO, THEN...

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A MINSTREL, OR A BARD, OUT OF TIME, IN A WORLD I DIDN'T MAKE(THANK GOD, I 
WOULDN'T WANT THE BLAME)



THE POINT OF IT ALL
IN READING OF HISTORIES OFT VIOLENT COURSE
I FIND TRUTH IN PLATO, THEN...

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This land was your land this land is their land
yet sad is my tail of woe as people steal and gloat
the Ottoman wealth was gained
from the sale of Palestine's shore's  

The peasants of poverty...

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We are pushed in living 
And believing 
That world has changed 
And liberty is inked with golden page 

Go all over 
And you shall discover 
The practice of apartheid 
Very much strongly held 

Discrimination’s like...

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There are all kinds of poverty
and no sin in being poor
yet, beauty in its truest form
always will endure.

Disparity has its price to pay
when greed becomes the lure.
How we handle lucre, it seems,
tells others who we...

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The hillock, the bell
The swept terraces
The swept minds.

The white wood hall
The reflecting pools
The reflecting minds.

The weedless gardens
both in brain and curtilage.

The temple grounds.
The temple gives
    flight.

The temple sounds
bird/wind, hush/shuffle
The temple sounds
 ...

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I want to hide in the closet
My heart jumps with fear
I wish I wasn't here
The arguing begins to come to an end 
Tears began to escape my eyes
The shadow that locks my view
Is so cruel...

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Mortal:                                  ...

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