Long Sayer Poems

it's kind of funny 
how time walks away
i don't feel like 
saying grace today
everything hurts 
much more then they say
tuesdays no longer 
remember your smile
scars are the souvenirs 
of the loneliest child
the memory itself 
writes...

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Lady Mary Berkeley

Once, long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance,
her child and spouse in glamorous remembrance.
Chillingham Castle in its prime of residence and tragic,
Lord Grey in spell of love by Mary’s sister Henrietta’s...

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In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide 

Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t...

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April 7 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 33-36

Key Verse – 2Chronicles 33:13 And prayed unto him: and he was intreated of him, and heard his supplication, and brought him again to Jerusalem into his kingdom....

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Narrow escapes- thrice threatening
Came and went
Despite succor abstaining
My soul under no circumstances meant

Harm to my person
Stolid as I sometimes dreamt to claim
Not heeding, not learning warnings a salutary lesson
That on me poured blame

Sucked from narrow...

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On the eve of september, a young girl conceived,
by an unknown gentleman, with little reprieve.
And so followed a court case, so dark and so vile,
to determine the future of mother and child.

For the first two...

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Hope
I care not for the odds
Spoken by sooth sayer voices
They are blinded by statistics 
For a seemingly sure concept
Though a bleakness dampens 
Every fainting ray of light
There exist an unexplainable God 
Characteristic of sensitivity
Endowed to...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty-One

The Tent-Vendor’s son kept whining and wailing on the road
Such that none could even hear their own thoughts mocking aloud:
“Now what doth yon Sirrah untimely break open our...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Nine

“Sire!” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict!”
“Then drag him here by the scruff of neck be it hook or by trick!
But first when thou...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Eight

Other media meanwhile busy with who’s sleeping with whom
Relying on New-Sweep and Thyme to make loud front-page zoom
Mainly of those who leapfrog into top power palaces
On whether de...

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Poems request that I be authentic.
I am unsure my pen can take it.
I live life as an emotional sayer,
but should I now reveal each layer
my blood will spill upon this paper.

I have sought to give...

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Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.

Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story...

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Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.

Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story...

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A kiss goodbye


Death is creeping, while I am sleeping.
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll,...

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Ade is a 2.5 wheelchair basketball player, 
Who was born in Lagos in Nigeria in 1978,
His home town is Liverpool, a Mersey sayer,
In Spain club BSR Amiab Albacete is a date. 

He lives partly in...

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Biding peace laid for some pariah, 
spinning all mind's lie.
Vision gliding ever higher, 
	soaring ecstasy; exquisite sapphire sky

Yet wing Wired,  we catch earthbound, 
	nothing but shifting twilight sight.
cutting thy hand short. 
	Records wake, flash...

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we never listen to us very well
here we come and there we go
i don't know about a warm no
i saw me leaving their eyes long ago
if i had a thermometer of compassion
, would it be...

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Scott Joplin, Paul Simon and the Beatles pop,
The Stones, Dire Straits and, Yes & ZZ Top.
Bob Dylan plays his heart out, Northern Soul,
Rod Stewart, The Traveling Wilburys do their stuff,
And as if that isn't enough,...

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I am the loose paper prophet
Prophetising profetisms as loose
As the paper on which I write them

I stand between you and my mind like a Moses,
An oracle intoxicated by the fumes of Delphi,
Possessed by the demons...

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She came in, alright
In the still void of the night;
A stillness only raped by the resonance of her loosely fluttering nightie
Mercilessly thrashed by the whistling wind; wintry as it wafts on lightly,
Transmuting the skin sallow
Yet,...

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My parties have become pretty lean
Ever since onset of Covid nineteen 
No more passing around fine liquor
drinking alone, in a hall of mirrors 

A new reality from behind thin veils 
Masks and gloves, my themed...

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Tagboard Media





                        
Hizzia Handfull  wrestled  Diffa Dank Hassinberg
to a twenty...

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those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter

gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod

clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo

even royalty’s spoken...

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super boll
boll weevil twin brothers:     one was great, one the lesser of two weevils

you killed my father, prepare to die 
three-legged dog in a saloon:      "looking...

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"Look Darling!"
An advert in The Mail
Only one pound
It looks pretty sound
They will feed a child for us
in Africa,
How wonderful and what a plus ! 

Forget about Cameron's talks of plenty
We may not live 'til 2020
I...

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