Long Set the table Poems

I have many happy dreams of my childhood life,
      Mother and father and grandma made it special;
Playing make-believe was something I really loved,
       ...

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After Amadioha went into sweet nightmares,
he made us to breath through the chest of the sea. from the celestial bodies of the shrine, 
We shone our forefather's smile with a mirage,
a little littered mirage spelling...

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After Amadioha went into sweet nightmares,
he made us to breath through the chest of the sea. from the celestial bodies of the shrine, 
We shone our forefather's smile with a mirage,
a little littered mirage spelling...

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking...

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~ Yes, I'll set here with Him and with you, but only for a moment... " 
Yes talk some alone with you and Jesus! " Of my many dreams.For my new, and expanding family, 
and for...

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" The oven is set on three hundred and fifty degrees;
the box of the Pillsbury Yellow cake is still unopened, for George's sake,
the kids are in the living room munching on cheese,
who's going to make...

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I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.

I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to...

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Judy awoke early this cool morning
and climbed out of her soft warm bed;
quietly she moved without a warning
and was gone before anyone was fed.

Judy had long, blonde, curly hair, 
eyes as green as the deepest...

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Yep I reckon I'll go out, about a bit to roam, and talk a while 
and ponder I will, yep, set here and talk some alone with God 
of the many a sorted thing, and...

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Take out the trash on Tuesday and remember the white bags are recyclable; 
Don’t mix the trash with the pig food, we’re saving the world; 
Put the yard waste on the curb on Friday after...

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Oh Israel I called you forth to listen
there can only be one master to the house
I redeemed you all to belong as brothers
as your service to me you have espoused 
 
Why do you seek...

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Tonight we sit ‘round ye ol’ Christmas tree,
But not the tree of yesterday or yester year you see.
Lights shine from the bole and tips so free.
We do not sit on stools or bended knee,
Nay, we...

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How intoxicated I am with the swirl of armies, bodies and armor.
Trampled by those running away from or running to war.
But we're all hungry ghosts,
moving towards our deaths with a casual sense,
as if passersby to...

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In the jungle of our collective heritage
In our wild teaming with endless species of flora and fauna
In the savannah, the tropics and the deserts of our kingdom
There is place for neither the honest nor the...

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‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’, I say.


As I am coming out of the stream
By the river side she is waiting 
When she offers me a towel to dry
She whispers this into my ear :
What a...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren...

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I wanted so badly 
to know every darkened piece of coal 
beneath your sooted mantle
See for myself how every well lit pane
Became a sunlit stage
Where the glittered dust danced so graceful
How every long hallway corridor...

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It was a cloudy Easter Sunday.

I went over to my grandmother's house for dinner.
 
We were getting ready to set the table. 

When she told me to get the champaign glasses ready.

As I reached into...

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...dedicated to Allen Tate


The golden sheen has turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second drags.
Blind and deaf to consecration,
weak the beatings of the heart,
barren now what...

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A Tea Party....she drug me into this nonsense
  ...I'd follow her to the end of the earth
Slight pang of jealousy surfaces discovering we're not alone
 A tattered bear and a ragdoll with a flopping...

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Christmas in Australia
by Robert (Bob) Moore
 
Its Christmas in Australia, the weathers stinking hot
got to do some shopping, but I’d really rather not
the crowds are large and noisy, the kids get in your way
and its...

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~continued~
Many years after I got away from him I then realized what an effect and affect it had on my children and still the insecurities and trust issues surface at times.
They are aware of why...

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Once I could recall every birthday
To places I had been I knew the way
From memory I could sing gospel songs
I knew each verse, not a word would be wrong

I taught children to say the alphabet
A...

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Before you leave me, my darling,
let me tell you this. When we met,
I was stolen words and borrowed 
phrases. Bruised in colour and wretched

Harsh character, bent on self
harm and ruined chances. But, 
you became my...

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