Long Rims Poems

Now we along one of hard rims are brought;
And a thin spray on the  brook is fixed, 
So shield to rims and water is begot.

As Flemings, Cadsand and Bruges bewixt,
Fearing the high waves pouncing...

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Race-Ism

What makes one man or woman better than another?
Should we think differently of those who adapted
to another environment and adapted another color?

If our differences are only skin deep as a tone
why do we unto our...

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While sitting in my bed, different thoughts raced around in my head; there was one that stood apart from the rest. With it came a moment of clarity, a deeper understanding, and a sense of...

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Skinned shins on tree skins,
Space-viewed landscapes of rust and paint 
Showing mirrored continents imagined; 
Worlds within worlds at every turn, 
Outlines of Octopi on Oil slicked streets;
Every post and pole or stone a step:
Sat on,...

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Regretting Cake Takes Two

Rachael looked sheepishly like a hawk in disguise claws clenched meticulous sharpened
yet hidden her sullen face pressing wrinkled no motion frosted lips the icing on the cake
It had meant to be such...

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NDIDI (PATIENCE IS GOLDEN)

Patience said:
"Whatever my old man says."
So,
I saw the wise, bald, old man
In his thatched mud hut
Loin cloth knotted 
Around his shoulders 
The whiff of utaba (snuff)
Saturating the atmosphere

He googled me
Between the rims...

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With trepidation, loneliness, and fear,
I called to you 
And you lived pristinely
You lived in my heart 

I heard their mystical, sage voices cry out
“The one you seek is coming,
Oh so soon is he coming!
And what...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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This is the ending New beginning its over children daddy did it, It is finished so 
father into thy hands I commit my spirit I feel it its coming closer the sun is just 
growing...

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i just want to write some new shii
not on some i wish i was rich tip 
but on some if i ruled the world shii
wouldn't be no school you had to pay for
 last time...

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By Street Cries

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world things get greeze

He grow...

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The coldness of the night had past,

The light was set the die was cast,

A pair of mortals faced each other,

Neither thinking of his mother.


 Each with an evil glint in his eye,

 Each one determined the other...

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Bold as the lie that says –
Authenticity isn’t blessed by the truth,
Who exists in reasoning, thinking…
Outside the box, beyond the echo of light,
Despite the shadows and silhouettes of night…

Thinking, like the reflection of a heart...

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I asked the question, where ya bounce? 

My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town 

She said he was crunk, like out of this world 

They were just poppin' the...

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Look at them, tangled in insignificant conversation
about politics or stereotypes of  blacks, whites and Asians, 
lack of youth education, weather ruined vacations, how inflation squeezing their arm like “yo, I got you taken, 
and...

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It is amazing how many super important people there are in my hometown!
At almost any intersection, I will be eclipsed by at least 2-3 individuals who are cooler
Than I could ever aspire to think to...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on sheets of lavender

on shelves of shaving mugs - Old Spice

soap...

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I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her house past the town curfew, because I am from just...

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No roof no mood flat affect
Glances empty no space for sorrow
Small rucksack to collect  
No tears to borrow

A sloppy flute
A black and white photo
Of a young boy now mute 
Carpe Diem his motto

Dreamy alone...

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Boys boys boys boys

She has red hair
She was blonde last month
She maybe another next month, next week, or tomorrow 
She loves them boys
She always goes for the married ones, mostly
She likes them small, short
Well maybe...

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Darkness coiled in the depths of the night.
Where shadows try to hide from your view.
The moon is a mirror reaching for the light.
Rattling on the doors grappling with the dew.

Cigarette rims on window ledges stub...

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I remember,
in the early 60s,
our thirty mile drive
from our historic family farm,
in all White rural Michigan,
not counting the Mexican migrant workers
which adults made a point of discounting,
on the first of several shopping trips to Thrifty...

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I'm scared and riddled with insecurities being thrown at me by an unknown hand above.
I cut you open and instinctively say I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I'm scared because I did.
I knew exactly...

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Cornucopia
          By Dane Smith-Johnsen
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Love In The Library

     by Edmund Siejka

( East Of Seventh, poems by Edmund Siejka available on Amazon) 


He was a scrawny kid
In 1st grade his lunch money 
Often disappeared
By the 5th...

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