Long Smalling Poems

101  POETS

I want to thank 101 poets, when words have no limit.
All 101 spots full of flowing imagery and spirit.
Nathan Dilts my #1~writing for him was so much fun.
Nikko's, words are like a shot...

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Madam, your chariot arrives, of camel hair and silk
Sparkling like the pleiades, sweet as heaven's milk
And all around us whistling, willows wet with songs
That you and I adrift on a dream may beyond all go
Back...

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Before there was a world or a word 
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing,  gestating,
until planets ripening birthed with souls.

There was only the...

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While your mother slept I held you
Thanking God for her, and for you
And thanking God again and again 
For everything make joy from pain.
           ...

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Sandcastles by the seashore I build them
No more. Dreams are too frail to stop the sea
Of brokenhearts and misery; the gem
Of faith is love, but man is vanity.
We had no shelter from the brimming sun
No...

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Offering yielded, yield back to the sovereign king
Devoted to duty, rise in the morning of its flame
Intellect's child, imprinted on Yahweh's soaring wing
Nurturer. natured with heaven's milk, sweet you came
Kindness kindled in hibiscus fire, passion...

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In 2013 Amélie Ségarra danced on a Grand Piano with knives 
taped to the tips of her feet.
The room is empty apart from a single man in a music box
He wears a black an white...

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Between an egg and the cross
I pause for a beginning
Quite different from my loss
Clean as a new born leaf
From a sprig of God
I am now the fallen sheaf

And he coming like my spring
Bring dead buds...

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Before there was a word, 
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.

There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of...

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Doctor Maya Angelou the writer
Maya Angelou the actor
Maya Angelou the poet
The singer that was Maya Angelou
That Black lady
With silk smooth voice
Like silk smiling under the finger’s touch
She is dead

Maya Angelou is dead
How does that sound?
Do...

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Here’s to all my champions, yes you, this is my thing
You are the yam, cocoa, breadfruit, cornmeal dumpling 
Pumpkin, dasheen, and potato, in my pot of soup
An excellent, poetic, supportive, pen loving group

You, David Smalling,...

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Hi My name is Jay Timmons
I resently sgined up to Poetry Soup a week ago.
Even though I have hunderds of poems sitting at home, I have
only posted three so far.To make a long story short...

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Before the lapwing learned to fly
Before the flower came to die
Or make a presence of death
Out of the fragrance of our breath
Before the drum
And before the thunder rolled
A voice
Behind the curtain of the dark
Like a...

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O Lord God Almighty
How marvelous is Thy name
Thou O God sit high and look low
Thou art worthy to be praised
Thou sayest “I am in you”
Thou sittest at the right hand of the Father
In my finite...

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Let us, you and I 
Begin counting days 
Like cents 
Before the ice gets too thin 
Losing monuments 
Of what we were about 
Here take my hand 
I am a child 
Children teach from dreams...

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Babies, an amazing show of God’s wonder
We try to understand but can only ponder
How, that man and woman coming together
Is able to create history forever

Who forms the seed in the being of man
Who prepares the...

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I would away fly, but why dream
All I would leave  I keep to scream
The world is only me
And only I through the world stream
The farthest star is my extreme
Even more I'm lonely

It was so...

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Come midnight dark and in her jewel clumped
Set her bright Iskin's blackness to better shine
By being darker than your darkened lump
Where no distinction common eyes can find.
For my pearl is not white, nor grey nor...

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There’s a horse under
the Weeping Cherry. 

And the Sky is Crying
too. 

I’m sad that I’m happy today. 
The new greens are sprouting. 
It’s Spring. 
The upwelling tears are spouting. 
It’s Nothing. 

In the shade garden...

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Go love your rainbow falling from trees
Your spectral forests stripped of leaves
Stark branches fingering the sun's eye
The little deciduous garden waiting to die, and dappled ground appalled 
I will praise the days of fainting breeze
The...

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