Long Spattering Poems

“The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gathered up gold, And now he is dying…Old age, begin sighing.”- Thomas Hood


In the amber hues, kissed by scarlet
Soothing whispers in laughing hearts,
Music, trembling...

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Bring two poems is what he said. 

She chose a Personification, ‘Violin’, (the proud recipient of an International Poetry contest award), and a narrative, ‘The Rise and fall of an Empire.’ 

***

A Raven greets her.

She...

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NDIDI (PATIENCE IS GOLDEN)

Patience said:
"Whatever my old man says."
So,
I saw the wise, bald, old man
In his thatched mud hut
Loin cloth knotted 
Around his shoulders 
The whiff of utaba (snuff)
Saturating the atmosphere

He googled me
Between the rims...

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IV.
Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames,
looking at each other for someone to blame,
then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him,
their leader stepped out, his eyes cold and dim.

“I didn’t expect...

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In scarce a week the place began to weave 
A weird fascination upon me, 
Nigh hard to bear, harder still to believe, 
I felt as if a dragon from a sea 
Was slowly digesting me...

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Morning begins,
not with the fresh promise of a new day.
Instead,
the air is thick with promise and fear.

The sun shines bright.
Its rays only a fraction,
a spattering of pink and yellow light.
This morning is cold.

The day begins...

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Peace is though difficult 
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states 
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses 
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity 
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the...

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HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal rocks
resonated through a ghettoe of glowing tents
on a dark, rough...

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Ecstatic, electrifying, exhilaration ignites inside,
Inspiring my soul to capture the hope,
Songs echoing on the coast where there is light,
Silent light tossing, trembling, tempting my thoughts,
Into the night where pieces of my heart reflect the music
Playing...

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 MY PEN 
WRITES ONLY
WORDS OF LOVE

My pen 
     writes
         only 
Words of Love.

You say prove Manly Valor.
You say
 by
Dodging Death
  ...

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And I walked..

It was going to be a hot day,not unusual for this time of year.This is Jamaica.
But I could feel the intense heat as I set out that morning..
It was bright and as I...

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TWO OLD GODS

Two old men.
That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming...

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(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee 
and pull lightly gag.)

September third tooth house sand
     and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
   ...

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Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing...

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One of the wonders of the memories which flow beneath the surface of our minds…nonstop…is that we never know what random act will bring them to the top.

It happens all of a sudden…out of the...

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“he’s crazy” …

you said to your bestie,
(but in a VERY good way),
loud enough for me to hear -
both your girlish giggles fading
with distance …
I ran …
fast as young legs could carry,
spattering the wet sand -
phosphorescent...

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Erect in knee high waters bidding to attain the shoreline that is not discernible in the distance.
I mean not to aggress.
Furious with a rage erupting from my core, spattering into the waters till it abscesses...

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I bow down before the break of day...
 
Where the feeling of melancholy apprehension
fades by the emblazoning and dilating skies
Yet the stillness behold a sensation
even amid the hues and cries.
 
I concieve of a deity...

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High up amidst a forest slope,
in bedding grounds where whitetails lope,
by ledges hidden from our eyes,
a quirky outcropping does lie.

Breaking a broadleaf canopy,
the scree-slope of an old quarry,
long ago Dibble cut blue-stone,
must be a century...

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Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry,
just running through fields of ripe huckleberry,
keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees...
going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees.



More than childhood...

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In the roaring
White pounding cascade 
I feel the love 
It flows over me, with me, through me
It is me
Wordsworth's "transparent eyeball" *
Like the bare roots of ancient trees that
cover the trail like cobble stones I'm
Integral--I...

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Toadlet

Sitting smoking at stupid am
well before coming dawns glow
disturbed from restless sweaty sleep
by spattering mill or two of rain
and as I sit on damp door steps
a toadlet hops into the light 
peeking out from my...

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I insisted the jubilee amiability
to stir up with twilight-ed spirit
zeal of desires aroused 
as the silverly rays crowned me
to pour out the gilded spirit.
Earstwhile crimson years
With some bichrome days
My glazed tumbler seems to reflect
those moments
as...

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Waves on the rocks 
a'crashing
In it human feet go 
splashing
And elsewhere in the 
swollen river
'gator tails go thrashing
Water may be stagnant 
or it may be thus moving

Sometimes softly 
dripping
at times forcefully 
gushing
In brooks babbling
In streams...

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It is written in the Constitution,
to even qualify as a small town,
you need to have a drive-in ice cream place,
you can trust me, Madison wrote that down!

They become our favorite gathering spots
when the snow melts...

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