Long Prodigals Poems

"The Emperor’s New Clothes"

We write about beliefs
our prayer flags flying 
like chrysallis books on a branch 
of those higher deities we trust, 
submerged, we are always listening 

in our quiet hours of sleep
mostly when 3.33...

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OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD

Our God is bountiful because…

Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected 
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with...

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Agile bone

Come over oh little in skin but giant in heart
As I make a Clarion call on that which tint the ear
Your great work is made manifest in all ages
As none can outturn that which...

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My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls

I am an uncompromised,
uninhibited,
and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness

I am a statue of fastholding,
chiseled down from black diamonds by the strong hand of craftsmanship

I am chaos's...

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I want to make a comment to anyone who might read this poem. It caused a huge sensation when I first published it on FaceBook. I started receiving hundreds of friend requests daily. It honestly...

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TAKE ME TO YOUR FRIEND

Take me to your friend that leads you to the greener pasture 
That same friend that made you a new creature 
I've seen  everywhere His son's picture 
And how He...

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Liars

Looking and staring
Singing and lofting
So agile and charismatic
All for the essence of the belly.

I've built mansions
And own exotic cars
But in reality a pauper
The honour is just for a moment but expires

He assaulted or raped me
But...

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Flipped Hourglass

Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds,
Rush through a narrow neck
Pushing to birth
Moments of elegance or horror
Shoving aside other grains
Like words of regret flowing unrestricted
Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history 
Irretrievable
Uncatchable
Lost like a...

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Flipped Hourglass

Bits of unwrinkled sand, harried ageless seconds,
Rush through a narrow neck
Pushing to birth
Moments of elegance or horror
Shoving aside other grains
Like words of regret flowing unrestricted
Into a ballet arabesque of transparent history 
Irretrievable
Uncatchable
Lost like a...

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Of all His wondrous stories told the Prodigal would be right there
In having such a comforting hold as to our own sins that we bare
Asking for what was not his to ask to live how...

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*SIMPLICITY*

Walked on my nerves daily the heart made.
Which always get me puzzle on the step to make.
Always in silence neither of not knowing what to do,
But of the greater law which is in conflict with...

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ONE HEART, TWO HOMES; (was first written in December of 2011)


Belize of my birth; where my first love bloomed
You've showed me sweet freedom, to grace a second home.

But who'd forsake you? prodigals with intent to...

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I saw you shuffling through the dusk of city street
Your figure accenting bringing my eyes to rest
Like prodigals on the pleasing pillars of your breast
The cadence of your footstep frolicked in its beat
And all through...

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Hey!
The prodigals have returned.
The one we entrusted with our wealth.
The custodians of the granary keys.
They are here again.

Five years ago,
We sent them to legislate for us.
Very angelic they were.
Very blameless they appeared.
The prodiglas have returned.

Overseas...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmer yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn
 
Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Words rekindle—lies cremate 
The Oracle on fire
 
As heat...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn
 
Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles and lies cremate 
The mind, its woods...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn

Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles and lies cremate 
The mind, its woods on...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan

As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet's hand

Delphian...

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Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,
words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night,
a pyre still to fan

As heat restores the human soul,
all prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
and free the Poet's hand

Delphian...

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In storm-struck prior communion,
Rain-cursed years of grey-shot waiting,
Hearts begged love reunion,
Harboured pledges incubating.
And then the new day breaking,
Sun kissed vistas, love increasing,
From nightmare realms awaking,
Chains relinquished, sweet releasing.
With endless depth and texture,
Rib-cracked beats of hearts...

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'twas this sun, our noble hunter -
who gave the roar of his hoarse voice
couching before our queen, the moon 
couching with many rays of songs!

& his sharp eyes did like some prodigals
beckon the benevolence of...

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Seven dark prodigals approached in the night,

  saying: “One has escaped and

                journeyed into the light”

 
Seven dark prodigals...

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