Long Sky dive Poems

Am I the insane boy and you the sane individual?
I held on for dear life as I sky dive in my mind's eye...you're the light bulb and I'm the silly fly
You are being the flawless...

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Far from having a nascent thought that envelops my rabid self,
Like inside of an accurate Swiss watch that had been given -
A present to presidents and diplomats from the 70’s era,
Memories in the kaleidoscope of...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: White Boys
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/1995

I want to do 
just like
the white boys
do -

Wear
six hundred
dollar
shoes,

and
dress
in
the finest 
of
suits -

I want 
a
six figure
income,

to splurge 
at
Fred Segal's,

on
Melrose
avenue -

I want to
jog
with 
my dog,

while 
pushing
my child
in a 
stroller -

I want to
send
my children,

to
only
the best
of
schools -

I...

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Well hello and good afternoon good morning and good evening to you. This is your daily bulletin from the moo news channel brought to you by Mrs Harriet Heiferton. Today was a big day for...

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My head pounds a massive ache
                             ...

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Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to rest her road wary bones
From the bend of the elbow,
	to...

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I’m too tired to tell another story 
About the pangs of reality 
of my barricading delusions 
and my spontaneous God given days 

A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in...

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I rise from the bed, make coffee, 
drink the obligatory first cup, sending 
me racing to the "salle de bain" to begin
a day of eliminating the negative, 
accentuating the positive, as Bing Crosby 
instructed in...

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Friesland

Some things about a lovely region I have learned today.
First of all, to call their language Dutch you must not say!

And don’t say it’s a dialect, for they won’t like that much.
Their Frisian language is...

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My substitute


If I was to be published then I would have no need for a wish.
If I held my own book in my hands, 
Then that would mean that I had accomplished something.
If you were...

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*White Sulphurs*

Gliding around my shoulders on a warm cozy afternoon
Dashing and diving to my cabbage patch depositing their love
For every time I see one my heart rises up new hope
For every time I see one...

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Because life’s too short spend each day wisely
Because life’s too short, give thanks to the almighty.
Because life’s too short make the most of today,
Because life’s too short enjoy life in a balance way.

Because life’s too...

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