Long Roes Poems

"The Whirled In Between"

What dreams 
in the time of 
not thinking

we spent aeons
in conversations
with the unbelieved 

deliberating 
choices towards 
our liberation 

traversed 
contracts written 
by the unseen

such wordy 
reams offered, the 
scrolling walls speaking

wailing towards
the...

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I once toiled in delta fields of cotton, knowing that such toil would not always be my LOT. When filled, the cotton sacks were so heavy that I wanted to DROP.
Cotton roes were long, grasses...

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The Tweetamol as you will see
Is strange beyond deformity.
You’ll gasp, then gape and then declare,
‘I’ve never seen a bird with hair!

A hairy bird- what’s that about?’
You’ll hear yourself begin to shout.
And if you’re lucky you...

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< I lost sleep for my treasure though without eyes 
but you care less

You exchanged my sleep with empty treasures 
hidden behind your breasts
as you care less.

Though I found you in the pleasantness
 of the...

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"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)


JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE


TO TH'...

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You know you are there;
Wonderful, your beautiful and fair;
Your eyes shaped like a dove;
In addition your hair is as of a flocks of goats;
This I proclaim it's not a joke;
You know you are there;
Wonderful, your...

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A young girl was walking in a forest one night
The moon had shown its darkest light
She was all alone and scared
But nobody cared

She walked for hours
Passing through plains of dead flowers
The forest was a never...

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Different strokes for different folks 
I've done a lot of different things in life 
from working on a farm lifting bale of hay
to working in a factory making chocolate

I remember I spent a weekend 
weeding...

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MY BELOVETH

How beautiful are thy feet my beloved
You navel is like a round goblet
Your two breast are like the young roes
Those are twins 
Your faces is like the morning stars
Your eyes proses the heart of...

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Thunder Cats roared onto the cartoon scene in the Eighties.
Bringing forth SHE-roes and Heroes which was exciting for many.
My children probably enjoyed them, I do not remember.
This was during the time when TV was guiding...

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A modest temperature embraces the morning.
And from the bedroom window looking west,
there's an arrested air of classic Autumn.
There's not a cloud in sight, grey or white;

But plowed soil so cleaned and cleared.
Harvest has passed, and...

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