Long Self professed Poems

Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose...

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Perhat Tursun

Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city in China's Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, Tursun began writing poetry...

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Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns...

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Sometimes, I find myself on a battleground
in the present or in sieges from the distant past
It may be a war I've been waging within myself,
a thorn that needs plucking so that I might heal
I wear...

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You soulful, bohemian colors…That late 6o’s, free-spirited, peace & love type of chic’... 
Au ‘natural beauty, with curly headed locks’; sweet like Egyptian oils, and at one with nature…
You emulate light.

Like the roaming freedom of...

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I once thought that my life was so good,
but I was wrong, I must have misunderstood.

It was a mirage, it was not really there.
I felt wiped clean, exposed, totally bare.

The love, that was professed to...

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It’s an early Sunday morning
The devils on his knees
Shallow self-importance
Screaming to be seen

The facade of something special
Filled with rage and self-disdain
Putting on a holy show
Attempt to cover - all his pain

His words speak so loudly
Feels...

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Brother,you were a human torch

in a melanchonic orbit

of undefined wars

Now you are a pentagram star

mystical and magical

Pouring light and love

from a happier place

from behind heaven doors

Not so distant though worlds afar.

Through each verse and every...

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And still she smiles  

Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers
and walls crumble 
into a rubble strewn alleyway
with graffiti issues, spray painted threats
on frantic...

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The herd amasses together
The numbers provide the semblance of societal norms
It's a collective value system called conformity
Like bees to a bee hive - they swarm

Non-compliance is unacceptable
The fear of alienation is what drives the herd
The...

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She knew it all; she was brilliant. A genius.
I had never met her before, but she told me right away.
I watched my tablemate’s faces. They knew her. They were grinning.

I will do that! She said...

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God is Dead?

Hubris, man's nature
A God, self-proclaimed
Nietzsche opined he's dead 
Conceit, we laugh and say, no way

Self-professed with special attributes
Sympathy, love, reciprocity; how divine
Exalting our human virtue
So convenient; unfortunately, so blind

We sublimate our consciousness
Valiantly creating...

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Not a typical leader like anyone else
His silence speaks for his character
The depth of his soul wakes my curiosity
Has a potential to be a great leader

So he leads the whole class with fervor no angst...

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Hank was a blitz drinking honest brute
wrote about grime and grit of the streets,
drunks, alley roaches, hookers on the beat.
Emily chose to live life in a little room
a day dreaming spinster writing dainty verse
quill dipped...

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