Long Sharpe Poems

Siúil a Run (Walk My Love) 
           Celtic Woman 


Walk Beside Me, You’ll Never Walk Alone  
		
Awakening, The Whole of The Moon	
		
Walking the ...

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Jamaica is our island’s name,
A land blessed with so much fame.
And for the part that our heroes  did play,
We pause to reflect and salute them today.
Nanny  of the Maroons was a heroine ,true...

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Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon...

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Just because we wish it so, means not that it will pass;
this lesson’s one we all must learn in the Gamecock class. 
Runs my blood, it’s red and black---garnet the deepest hue,
any orange is anathema,...

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With my Patriotic Self
I played this song for our National Heroes

“Forward, Forever United”

But the words felt hollow to my ears
Because no longer do these represents what we have become
A society which has failed to grow,
Stagnant...

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He is slender he is slight
Like a razor Sharpe piece of light 
He sits no longer than a fly
His attention shoots from side to side

He never stops to take a rest
It’s of he goes to...

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I cannot forget
So easily how many died this good season
I must not regret
The Christ who alone died for the best of reason

But when Tacky fell
And all the slaves in banished freedom died in vain
My anger...

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State Bound 
State all the way
Way of life
Way of the day
Day to night
Day to life
Life is legit 
Life is honoring 
Honoring veterans
Honoring all people
People are crazy
People are smart
Smart as God
 Smart as math 
Math sucks
Math...

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Death rides in fast on his large pale horse
hooves violently gliding over gravel
nothing can stop him or alter his course
An enigma for you to unravel

his hooded cloak black covering white bones
his sharpe scythe gleams in...

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I am stuck inside this ugly and 
misty hallways of pain.
While your anger crawls and 
splashes upon my soul, forcing 
me to feel patches of shame.
Your wicked behavior pulled me 
down to the depths of...

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The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.

six o'clock.

The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
Six o'clock
Dinnertime.
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse,...

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