Long Serf Poems

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with the following words 
mostly written January 23rd, 2023,
cuz I, (a...

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Nascent poetic tribute to black history month...
crafted before onset when people of color  
got acknowledged for twenty eight or nine days
depending if leap year occurred. 

Though I yam Caucasian,
rightful to honor most bitter
racist genocidal...

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There was a noble sadness hiding in her eyes.
She wears a smile, though elements of insecurities
Trembled in its corners...
Dignity and suffering, combating
for the control of her expression.
Hiding the battle scars of her life; 
Intending to...

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My nascent poetic tribute to black history month

more apropos and alternately titled: 
praise to thee people 
of variegated melanin color,
whose immense understated improvements
and enhancement of webbed wide world
worth more than paltry words
of yours truly can...

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In history one can read of an earlier time,
When poetry and lyrics written in rhyme,
Were commonplace.  A travelling band
Of troubadours would wander the land,
Writing and singing, to bestow delights
On ladies, peasants, and errant knights.

Their...

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It's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and ice tea 
to this chair and table, these angled shutters,...

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I alone found the courage to push through
In my eyes everyone saw suicide written
It's pedantic to say I wanted to cut my wrists
When I'm tired of the manic romanticism
It's divvied out like communism but I'm...

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I'll never be enough for you
It dawned on me
You know my darkest secrets
And deepest fears
You hold the keys to the kingdom
It's my own mind
Where you made me a serf
Working day after day
To build you up
So...

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...Then there are the very extreme
'soldiers' of the environment,
anyone wants to build something,
they march and sue to prevent.
Now natural conservation
is in itself not a bad thing,
but blue state folk seem to forget
there is a need...

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Fourteen-thousand years ago, a devil played a game
In his garden with an angel whom I shall not name.
The angel won or so he thought, “Now you must pay what’s due”
I’ll take your mirr’, your favorite...

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(The final part of my serial "Do Not Listen" poem. I had written this months ago, but hadn't felt confident about posting it--until now and with a few edits.)

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Do Not Glisten, Child! of my early...

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though I yam Caucasian,
   tis rightful to honor that most bitter
racist genocidal crime
   nonetheless ovation qua

   quintessential significant contribution
   vis a vis that doth litter
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Is this world made only for males?
Even History talks about 'His' Story only,
But I am the creator,
The creator should rule her creations,
I am the Master of this magnificent world,
Not a slave or serf to the...

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The morning sun showers its rays,
Standing between two mountain's way,
The valley of flowers opens its eyes,
And washes its face with melting ice,
The yellow glow slowly surrounds,
Like a majestic king's glittering gold crown.

The shinning dew drops...

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She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves below.
She was sure no one would miss her,
They wouldn’t even know.

Alone in a sea of people,
Blissfully unaware.
She was all but invisible,
No one knew she was there.

There were...

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Everything was property of the state
life of a serf didn't even rate
tyranny from Lords,Dukes and  Barons
production of goods,they weren't sharin'....

Coxcomb magistrate castle seneschal
internal scheming took alot of gall
court intrigue was their special interest
todays politics...

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I boarded as a martyr, 
not to play with scarlet sins
convinced my way was chartered, 
I'd be safe in holy folds
but patient, pregnant umbras came,
their membranes black and blue,
all bred at sea in countless numbers
just...

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My poetry's yours Jack, and Jill, it's yours too.
My intention? To serve you, if home's Timbuktu!
No conversion agenda, let God own that freight,
Or a 'Judas' deception for personal gain,
But hear what I'm saying, ALL feel...

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Looking For Love
By Rick Rucker

I think that I always knew,
Just what Love could do for you,

Make a serf into a King,
Give you the World, and everything,

Yet, the quest for it could be quite tough, 
The...

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3 Rhymed By 3 Unrhymed

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CLOUDY SKY
Cloudy sky
Say no more to us
About rain to come.
For acrid are your lies,
And by your rhetoric speech
No more are we enthralled.
For, this perennial drought,
On pages, in archives lies.
For rain to come,
In vain revelry the...

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William the First was our last king to come uninvited
though invincible armadas have sometimes been sighted.

Foreign kings were imported in cases of doubt.
Native kings had the habit of getting thrown out.

In the War of the...

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Intimate Inclination?

Is there something you crave more than intimate love,
Does it possibly occupy space of its own?
Could a man be deserving, your hand mate to glove?
Or are you more a serf, prone in front of...

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On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.

On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an...

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