Long Seller Poems

Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and sighed at all...

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Given the astronomical amount of gasoline consumed world-wide every single day…could this scenario not be all that far off?


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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet...

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I have always wanted something wonderful out of life
But my mother said there is always a price
It has nothing to do with land, money or property 
Someone has always been there for me and I...

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs

Meaning the corporeal complex edifice
housing these lovely bones, 
where linkedin logorrhea ably
strives to break out 
in meaningless song 
yobble hum hum diddle dee dee
and dance courtesy 
an...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

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The Love Song Of Shu-Sin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Darling of my heart, my belovéd, 
your enticements are sweet, sweeter than honey. 
Darling of my heart, my belovéd, 
your enticements are sweet, sweeter than honey....

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After amala and ewedu,
And after the round two of egusi and fufu.
Na im my eyes come dey pinch me,
Small small i dey close am.
Before i know i don dey doze,
Wetin we dey talk? I don...

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Responding to an ad I’d found on Market-Place last month, describing what the seller claimed to be a - “true antique”,
I queried - ‘Have you sold this yet?’,  nervously suspecting - being the gorgeous...

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There was a time 
In the not distant past
When farmers would sell their wares
Of fruits and vegetables they had planted
To feed the town folks, and balance a budget
In exchange, for clothes, sundries and junket
For the...

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Your kiss-aids on wounds is but an epic fail 

We had the perfect time of our lives
Till unhappiness and sadness arrives
Lost in the perplexity of our fantasies
I have fed the fires of your lust disease

Darkness...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)

vainly searching for Nirvana)...

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The world is a vast market of trading love
though it is not a visible commodity at all
every man and woman are buyer and seller
they either buy or sell love at an uncertain profit
some make interest,...

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It is a Sunday morning.

The day before was still,

yet eventful and surprising:

sacredness met in holy places

and inspired persons.

Petrified trees and slave traders’ bedrooms;

cattle grazing and the ancient one sleeping.

The quiet sounds of lit boats by...

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To the bride of Christ I pen this letter.

Aya Jesu
Nwanyi Chineke.

I see you wobbling your feet lazily.
Blissfully content with the comfort of this world.
Forgetting you were sent on an errand.
For this world remains a marketplace....

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robber, 
robbed robber ,  
and the owner. 

A robber robbed some valuable properties ,  he met a gang from breaking the house ,  he was bitten terrible and  robbed everything. 
It was near the robbed...

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I met a girl once; more like noticed her I have to admit.
A girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
The girl with red hair, freckles and an upturned nose.
Oh; I noticed her.

Music can...

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Born after freedom; I witnessed 
The 25th year Independence Day celebration
The Silver Jubilee; the country was underdeveloped,
Yet there was jubilation, happiness all over

Years went by: I grew bigger
I witnessed the 50th too:The Golden Jubilee
The country...

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Born after freedom; I witnessed 
The 25th year Independence Day celebration
The Silver Jubilee; the country was underdeveloped,
Yet there was jubilation, happiness all over

Years went by: I grew bigger
I witnessed the 50th too:The Golden Jubilee
The country...

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My name is Bedford Schiller-Smith,
and you’ve probably seen it before
on the book racks in airport shops,
usually just inside the doors.

I’ve made a career of writing,
tech and spy thrillers are my bag,
but if you don’t’ recognize...

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...Ideally Primed To Write...

Fallow wing on figurative
     awk kill lees heal
of: "My on call (Uncle)
     Muse Never Sleeps"-
     which hoop fully

  ...

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index finger of left hand
     (likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
     at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to coax (zealously
     tap into his latent...

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bees make honey-old news
and Musa,
yes Musa, the rugged, 
self acclaimed village bachelor harvests honey
his farm has a drone of hives,
bees seem to like him
and for some reason, the village women as well

this day, under a...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another 

Sort of a whiz kid at what he...

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Paperback writer’s title was confirmed long ago 
Prepared and ready for imprint info 
It was a simple authored task 
Based on honesty no need for a performing arts mask 
No hidden comments 
Only an eerie...

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