Long Roofed Poems

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Well, here we are in the Araneta Coliseum
In Cubao, Quezon City in the Philippines
To witness two modern boxing Gladiators
Their prowess, stature, about to be seen

This will be the third between the WBC, WBA
Stepping into the...

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The ecosystem’s perfect design
A providence of the Great Divine.
A holistic balance that should not fail
If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell.

The atmosphere was just enough
To sustain the living and its habitat.
Green vegetations were all around
And...

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Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
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Chapter 14b (King Ptolemy the Second)

With a travel bag to carry
Their belongings and essentials
And they rode by wheel-borne carriage 
On the road down to the harbour 
 
There they stepped aboard the vessel
That would take...

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There was a man who survived through 
everything against his will while he was alive.

One day this man’s ghost arose, walked out of his grave and followed his footmarks on a rugged trail, hard and...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering...

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I died many years ago, here, on this roofed bridge ...
Oh, how many years is no matter - they always pass like
Days to me now. You see, eternity makes such things
Moot - such considerations blow...

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i want to freeze this moment
to paste all this feelings
into one moment in time
these smells
theses thoughts
these sounds around me

the tuk tuk i am in reaches town
and from the mosque nearby
the mwadhini calls out loud
"Allah Akbar"
the...

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking...

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Do not go back he said and for what.
To a childhood time many moons ago in Ireland
In a field of cocks of hay and a very hot summer day 
Being stung by two bees on...

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Lito, a boy of twelve was walking along
An old, broken street of the sun browned, 
Dusts attached, smoke emitting town
Lonely, long way he was passing
Through heat waves, bad odor, 
Horn blaring, noisy, charmless morning, 

At...

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He drifts into town on his 
faithful quarter horse called Moose 
who has a three-legged gait 
which gives him saddle sores 
when riding miles from place to place. 

A desert wind storm hits them hard,
he...

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He drifted into town
on his faithful quarter horse called Moose
who had a three-legged gait 
which gave him saddle sores
when drifting from town-to-town.

A desert wind hit them hard,
he pulled his cowboy hat further down his face
so...

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Saturday's Pub garden,
 littered with a thousand twisted cigarette butts,
 the scattered smouldering tombstones of last night's drunken dreams.
Here birthed the Friday madness wild, 
thirsting gin soaked mind of child,
 like infant nourishment craved consumed,
...

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Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter

Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures

circa...

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The old oak felled by man is no different from me,
Whose fond dreams were shot down, carried off to the sea. 
By the river, this tree had enduringly stood
‘Til the villager maimed it for need...

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We knaves had orders both explicit and dumb:
Scare the blazes out of a management bum.
Thunderstorm weather rocked wide Prince William Sound,
Feisty gales pouring rain all around.

My partner and I took our overseer
In a tiny smoker...

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While it was raining heavily outside, 
Two children in shabby, tattered dress
Stormed into our glass roofed patio
And at the door, for mercy did pause

They said they were out to buy empty cans
To make a living...

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JUST    TOO    LATE

Five  past five
Sign across the glass door states “Closed”.

At the adjacent store I had just left,
There were no more spools of whipcord
For the grass trimmer
Which I...

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Jesus Christ and Karl Marx seek lost children in the City of Gold

In shackled shack with weight of broken bricks on tin roofed promises
she rest her head against the precious paraffin cooker empty and cold

Five...

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Beset with uncertainties of the future
hurling “what-ifs” intensifying gloomy woes…
…tortured minds grieve in affliction’s turmoil 
fearing tomorrow’s insecurity-despair 
longing to be shielded
inside God’s fortress of truth's assurance
against invading skepticism and doubt.

Besieged by enigmas of life’s...

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Bought at an antiques store for a song:
unframed print #225 of 750, signed by the artist
Number III of the family name, all painters,
(presumably) Those forbears hard to discard--
"Stay Awhile" its title, hospitably captioned by
a country...

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Wanting to get Away...
Needing to get Home.

Are they all dead?

Fantasticals, Fantasy, Phantasms?
Fantastic Rascals.
Masters.  Hmmpphhh.

Tin-roofed.
Straw-sided.
Dirt-floored.
Mundane.
Arcane.
Insane?
(Them.  Or, I?)

I’m on a meadow
lark.
I’m on a mountain
pass.
I’m at a crossroads;
one lone road stretched out ahead -
stretched out behind...

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