Long Rubai Poems

Black Town Fort Myers Florida Living in hiding for many years after the fbi relocated my family to Ohio after a very long investigation in corrupt officers selling drugs in the city of North chicago...

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Hello I'm agent Brown I am not in  a good place

Hi agent Brown it's okay I'm here for you 

it's the dark place again I  can't breathe 

that's okay just breathe and talk...

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The game of chance karnolfell 
the trickster deal the threats 
by passing the little Carnes 
folk crawling into a Volkswagen 
chanting cackling mud wrestling 
spooning the Joker finally faced down 
calls in a favour from...

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It was Indian summer 1985 Special Agent Alan King arrived we sat sipping lemonade as i prepared lunch for my two girl pregnant with my third child hoping for a boy this time laughing on...

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Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!

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See! Ben Ezra stares Rubaiyat in the eye,
	In a debate so hot and ever fresh;
Their porters seem in the semels to lie!
	Are they also gone or...

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It began as quickly as the first arson 
murder of 8 only this time Ciro Gargano 
a wannabe crime boss used car salesman 
video game dealing running the entire city 
with weapons and drugs intimidation...

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Mahammad Fuzuli (1494-1556)

Mahammad Fuzuli, the poet-philosopher, is one of the founders of the divan genre in the history of Azerbaijani and Turkish literature. He wrote his works in three languages (Turkish, Arabic, Persian) in the...

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RESPONSE TO RUMI

Tell the Friend I’m coming, with a wine sack and a thirst.
Been too long in solitude, got a sickness in my bones.

Pray? Where was Shams when my need was so great?
“Suffer the pain…it’s...

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Separation…

If I am what I am, tell me, who are you?
I am thinking of you; maybe I am you.	
There is oneness among us that covers all.
I am him, and he is me, and we are...

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Diamonds

We all have so many diamonds that we own,
but we think of them as glass or bits of stone.
We often sell them as cheap pieces of junk,
but yet always we think of them as unknown.

The...

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Solstice…  

Solstice…

How can I drag myself without divine wine?
I am falling, and I need wine to be mine.
Being inebriated has its own joy,
To me, heedless and headless both are just fine.

I am tired of...

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 The Jewel…

There is a circular path which I walk there,
Every day is the same, does not matter where. 
The mornings and the nights, they come and they go.
I am drowning in pain; save me...

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Sorry Ciro Gargano Boss of 
corruption your latest scare 
tactics representing queen pin 
gangster disciples leaders
 is it Man Die wisconsin 
woman's prison blood was
everywhere after she stabbed
five persons again man die 
female gangster disciples...

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 Imperceptive



Tell me how painful it’s when we all die. 
Is it more painful than life made me cry? 
I am not living; don’t ask me why. 
Too many shadows are passing me by. 
...

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Enlightenment

What is this consciousness that feels so sublime?
They told me that I am conscious of my time.
It is all gloomy and dark with lots of pain.
If I'm conscious, is it virtue or a crime?

Do I...

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night falls upon us like 
a blanket of surety knowing 
the darkness is inevitable 
seeking respite from the sun 
night falls upon us melancholy 
drifting awakening new senses 
unseen during the daytime
melodies night captures 
your...

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The Four Seasons…

It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 
The wine was so divine, made my blossoms glow.
The spring is for the youth, makes...

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you crawled from the bottom 
of tomorrow withered beneath 
my feet the smell of forgotten 
earth arose bountiful cruelty 
emerged my mind craved awful 
goodness standing before me 
a hidden figure moving behind 
the darkness...

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ehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wVyggTKDcOE 

Folks, its been some time since I wrote a poem, I was gone for 15 months, you all knew and love my wife Yvette, she passed away unexpectedly a month before I returned home.

Please...

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A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.

(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by...

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Sorry jay Townsend Johnson 
Henry respect your own 
grandfather Spanish town 
jamaica be yourself stop 
trying to impersonate me 
you are sick twisted you 
make me vomit your breath 
your scent left on my ex...

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Ongoing rows of trees 
branches reaching binding 
crawling braiding trunks of 
olive trees capturing my senses 
warm breeze glides down my 
spine the ripened forestry handfuls 
delightful ripeness historic scenery 
as I mastered the monopoli...

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What type of poetry is best? 

 

If I were to write in a structure 

Where all the rules apply 

I might be tempted to enter 

Some Quatrain type Rubai.  

 

But there are...

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Seek to know how,
Be mindful now.


Find your calm space,
Sit still in place.


Close your eyes here,
Let breathing steer.


Breathe deeply still,
Focus your will.


Relax and see,
Stillness can free.


A certain ease,
Now rains calm peace.


Purge stress and strain,
Watch poise touch...

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A KIDS FUNNY BEE BUZZ POEM
								 
The fuzzy, wuzzy bumble bee
a fussy, hussy bee was he
because he lost his buzz you see
in a muggy, buggy mushroom tree

On mushrooms bitter, boggy black,
he planned an aerial attack,
but...

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