Long Rayon Poems

Inside A ‘72 Econoline

This old green van has a musty smell to it,
Like a pair of sweaty rancid socks
Mixed with half-empty beer cans.
It’s a banged up thing, this ’72 Econoline.
Scratches and mysterious dents 
Cover its...

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she left me defenseless again
for reasons that cannot be spoken
but that can be further diagrammed
worthy of forensic dissection
deep into the cauliflower folds
branching like rivers of lightning
all at once one at a time
lighting up the display...

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I'm walking my floors
Like a rattle
Being creative
Starting, some drama
Looking at my image


Reading my literature
Reading my novel
Reading my rhymes
Look at my style 
Look at my talent
I'm exotic
Very professional


Look at the vine
Listen, to the melody
Drink some wine
Memorize
Protect...

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I'm walking my floors
Like a rattle
Being creative
Starting, some drama
Look at my image
Read my literature
Read my novel
Read my rhymes

Look at my style 
Look at my talent
I'm exotic
Very professional

Look at the vine
Listen, to the melody
Drink some wine
Memorize
Protect...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing...

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People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run 
Is heaven gonna come

Again nuclear warnings, global warming
North Korea here to free us
Alktha accusations apolitical, What
And is President...

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One cold red stripe 
Gi mi a white rum with a twist of lime 
Wi celebrating Jamaica at 55
Miss Matti pass the jerk chicken and festival don't forget to put the ackee and saltfish pan...

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Speak loudly
 as you wish, 
When the International community
remains silently ,
Football players speak loudly
 " Stop genocide in DRCongo"
Church  ministers and believers
sing loud in the churches
"Why do you continue to kill 
people who welcomed you? "...

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Her paintings of sarongs I'm going to see

will be there for two months, 

I  think, at Lake Of The Clouds

Arts. I heard this in the news:  Layers died last week.

Native Brown Bear got...

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The book you offered to me 
waits by my side, 
in its silky blanket
while is risking
a timid autumn sun.

If I open it, I guess
leaves contain
much more than a ray,
because when I dive into it
these are...

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We’ve been lost all these years in time across the ocean
A license to yearn for a litany of emotion,
Our youthfulness to burn in a life of devotion
An intellect to earn an ideal, a whim a...

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Shutting the lights on today's rayon memories 
I trade them in for a moment on the heart 
Tinseled thoughts  of chivalrous stories  
of ancient tales, retold from ear to mouth   

Christmas...

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