Long Slavish Poems

Happy 68th birthday MaryAnn Sage - revisited January 12th, 2021

Wherever you might be holed up
within this whirled wide web wassup?

Mein kampf still equals board
hardscrabble existence deplored
analogous to Norwegian bachelor,
whose Lake Wobegon nestled within fjord
forcing me...

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To a Public Prosecutor or a Judge of Mud*, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s : A un magistrat de boue*

                ...

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“We live on a placid island of fear 
in the midst of black seas of infinity
and it was not meant that we should 
voyage far”








"Intrepid Blue-Green New Gold Dream"




We edge closer and closer
to answers that...

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The Birds, They  Were So Silent, Revised
        (REVISED VERSION)


I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet.
The birds, they  were so silent
deathly stiff...

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I was born unto a woman and a man, and a government,
this was the Trinity, these were my employers,
entrance into this magical melee was acknowledged with a certificate of birth,
and with nefarious numbers, debt digits,

from...

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Executive- My powers are absolute,
                    thus I am totalitarian.
       ...

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The Birds, They  Were So Silent


I raced away early one bright morn,
running in clouds so very fleet
The birds, they  were so silent
deathly stiff on a frozen icy sheet

Crossing bridge to glimmering lake
no worries,...

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As long term aspiring
     gurgling (stream of consciousness)
     paperback writer, there doth appear
an imponderable quandary

     most likely experienced
     by...

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This morass of a quagmire beleagured unfaithful
bestowment of gifts so easily annulled,
confined spaces of opinionated biased
blown out of proportion like bubbles of miasma...

Wedge issues continue to split like firewood
high temperature attitudes inducing the mood,
court jesters...

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error provides us the ability to 
change---
it allows for the creation of unspecified, unimagined,
sporadic & random possibilities 
to rear their head &
in that,
those who are to afraid to step outside the lines that have been
drawn...

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For National Cat Day, October 29, 2022

Egyptians worshipped and revered them;
Superstitious people feared them;
When wicked witches commandeered them,
They rode on brooms and sometimes steered them;
In cramped pet shops owners tiered them;
Exotic dealers bred and reared...

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The History of the world is in my veins,
an abstract in my mind the Future,
looking into the cornicopia of concepts from memory
I see a universe staring back at me,
naked am I, a body of victories,...

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Southern Kaduna bleed,
The sad Reality with Lamentation, 
Months with mockery 
Philanderer is second to non,
Men follow slim skimpy skirts
Rather than skills acquisition,
Graduate drink to stupor, 
Children smoke weeds 
and burn their dreams to ashes..

The Sad...

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What Life's Treasures And Sweet Gems Should Be

Life's gems should be,
more than anxiety, sad sorrows, cryptic words
Man existing should be,
more than blind, slavish-chained beasts in huge city herds.

Living life true and well should be,
more than...

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Day`s growing longer, but life`s not too joyous...
Would like be glad — but expect ills, like always:
Upwards, beneath, from the turns anywhere -
Sod`s law is active, who knows it, who cares?

Deathcar, that tramps us with...

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You found comfort in such costly things, no pleasure in our family and life together
I saw the selfish way you thought of yourself and ignored our daughter and I begged you 
to change. And you...

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When Thy Chains Are Too Heavy, Do Not Complain 
           (read of thy sins and weep) 

When thy chains are too heavy, do not complain
for...

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Ssss.....
Splendour smooth sound that sounded severally sometime ago,
Smoothly stealthy sensating my soul.
Sound sounding second by second significantly,
saying ''I love you Thabiso'' not even swallowing a single saliva spit.

Sweet semibreve singsong sounding siphoned from sun set...

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Strange is this land that I’ve entered,
Yet maybe I’ve been here before,
Magical artist of nightfall
Paints fingers that tap on my door.	

Somehow I feel strangely centered
Both ready for fight or for flight,
Drawn still to vision, sweet...

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When you got delivered
from the Chinese kennel cell,
you gave good doggy praise to man
Didn’t have enough sense
to give thanks to God first
What’s even worst,
you didn’t thank God at all
Wrong call, black dummy
Your empty head is...

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(Patterned off the famous folk song 'Men of Harlech,' which is in the public domain.)

Men of freedom hear them wailing,
from the truth they’re always quailing,
scared of work or real travailing,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom...

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The poet says that war is a wasteland.
But there is a crueller breeding.

Where those who drink coffee
And breathe the secondary smoke of their lovers
And drink the Scottish honeyed poison 
And those who make slavish mortgage...

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MaryAnn Sage

Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something, 
   now a middle aged, diamond in the rough, jaded
   two plus decades...

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In the shadow of a family, not mine by design,
Was born a soul with a vision, its brilliance confined.
Yet, within the crib, a light began to shine,
Yearning for a world to know that he was...

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Because I could not stop for Death--
the reaper choked my every breath,
silence now! he would exclaim,
your life has been a carnival game--

He cracked his whip, on the march--
we passed Cambell--the London arch,
that lovely place that...

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