Long Roanoke Poems

Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to jog my memory where
there
occurred power outage necessitated 
more than divine...

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From ‘The Woe of Roanoke ‘
It wasn’t just the gale that chilled his skin
As he mulled on the cannibal captured within.
In trembling state he clenched close his cane
To rap tap the gate of the jail...

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I.
The letter had come in Nevada’s north,
when Sol had been enjoying a blonde whore,
only to see it slip under the door,
he finished with her, but enjoyed it no more.

After she had gone, he read while...

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IV.
Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames,
looking at each other for someone to blame,
then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him,
their leader stepped out, his eyes cold and dim.

“I didn’t expect...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...
malfunctioning heater on brisk winter day!

Thee particular date being
December twenty eighth,
two thousand nineteen, I saith
the Jack of all trades
maintenance technician

Kevin Blank said he would notify
HVAC expert in good faith,
yet to compliment...

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I
Where, oh where is Virginia Dare*,
No one can find her anywhere.
Her disappearance is the very worst,
I guess that's what comes from being the first.

*Virginia Dare was born on Aug. 18, 1587 in Roanoke Colony, Virginia,...

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Deaths of Two Roanoke Reporters

As we progress along but some times precursor
To things happening and then becoming worser
Again, another bad thing just had been done
Reporter and photographer were shot by a handgun.

Not only that, on...

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When the earth came to me, 
I was just a sweet and tender young girl. 
Falling in love, in the sweet heart of summer, 
always seemed like the right thing. 
What I am supposed to...

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Well and they came by sea in the 17th century. They had the highest of hopes as they did come ashore the wild wood lands. And setting up housekeeping they were in the best of...

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Well and they came by sea in the 17 century. They had the highest of hopes as they did come ashore the wild wood lands. And setting up housekeeping they were in the best of...

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at fifteen
seeing and
listening
to you in 
Roanoke, VA
in that moment
I knew that's
what I wanted
to do and your
words elemental
thought-provoking
grounding, energizing,
and at times, 
beautifully subtle

and Ms. Giovanni,
if I were a poet
i'd be like you
vocal, strong, 
and flying on...

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Whispers in my ear;

The dead wish to live again.

A soft strumming
of worn out strings;

The dead hope to rise.

From coffin nails
to slow exhales,
the living wane
and slowly fail.

I tie my knots,
I lift my sails;

The dead setting off...

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