Long Soring Poems

 chaos seeks an impression
this paved means to extend 
leading to the latest of bitter ends 
the intent of happenstance
suits my pen
down to the motives 

compromise strives for a process
the page in my view
staring back...

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The Lost Bird In The Sky

Somewhere there sits a lone man
at a bar filled with lowlifes
lost in his thoughts
mad at the world
and at her
it's eight in the morning
and dawn is long past
and its eve's seat...

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Dedicated to: (Maestro Marinero) Antonio B. Dublado 


I could've been on the stage applauded by spectators old and young 
A vibrant lad and appealing, so well I could sing and dance. 
But when I saw...

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I had thought that by now
I'd be a silk laced image in her beautiful, brown eyes,
by now I'd thought I was her's to hold and to keep,
to snuggle with in lonesome nights,
when there was nothing...

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Harare


This is the City that never sleeps- 
Life in every lane stirs or creeps
Full of laughter and hardly weeps.

Roads are lined with trees in bloom
that torch to flight all the gloom
as a lamp on vigil...

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A Common Starling
Ah!
Such rare birds
They live unprotected by those who say that they would stand with them

Poor little black birds
They don't survive for long
The mamas pray
For a brighter day
As their young go out into this...

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Stranded on the road again
With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine 
And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank
In a cold-desert known as end of the world
My heart scampers for a soul...

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a loss of words on this morning of great deals
a mood so sound that it feels
my broken mind folding my impaired enralic
the ma is soring above the everlasting manilic
this making of this is quite modest
...

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The Difference My Life He Did Make

Precious are the memories which lift my soul
Soring to heights of remembered laughs
The joys having made eternal will always last
Good experiences for the lessons I did learn 
This life...

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Yep, this summer is sooo nice - 
Everything's running as in a race.
It's hot, you ask the nurse for ice
To cool off your wicked long-haired face.

Windows bear long water drop hues,
Quirky birds are soring in...

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Soring starting to peer through the ground,
Snowdrops and crocuses all around.

The silent sounds of spring,
What good weather God will bring.

The beautiful house standing tall,
An exquisite home for relatives all..

The gentle buds and white and purple...

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