Long Spinners Poems

Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply...

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This is Lagos-
a welcoming address to all dignities
an old sermon preached by three wisemen
no praises or pleasantries at the entrance gate
Come and face your death or life warrant
in a no man's land but everyone's home
The...

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I remember standing on your feet to dance with you, when I was a little girl,
I remember how you taught me to waltz, around the dancefloor we would twirl.
I remember watching you dance with Mum...

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It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens, 
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.

R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
XXX faked his own...

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alone inside with me, less than inspirational

  so look out for the more interesting folk

  momentary excitement, the fiery motivational

  beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke

  daydream departure from mundane...

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One morning
I got up
Hungry
For something
I knew not what
 
I made breakfast
Drank some snarling coffee
And turned on the news
 
And what did I see
Talking heads
Sprouting lies
Nonsense words
Gibberish
 
Nightmarish phrases
Nothing makes sense
 
Politicians
Sporting forth
Spinners spinning spin
Huskers hustling...

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Who are you and who am I
and could it be we’re kindred spirits 
deep inside?  
And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix 
of an endless scheme
begotten long ago, 
when time was...

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So this is it. It’s finally here. 
Your last school day has come
No more morning drop offs
No more rushed school run. 

No more sandwiches to pack
No more sports kit to acquire
No frantic searching for the...

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hidden in my memories is a playground ...
    where I played ... as a young girl with my friends
      I remember it so clearly like I am...

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Time flies, yes,
Two decades already
And it seems just like yesterday, 
When a fragile virgin girl-child
Was wrapped unto the overjoyed 
Waiting hands of her parents!

Two decades and counting,
I want to fly with it, 
A bird with...

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Last line...
on him black eyes did sit........drat Cricket...Don
It didn't help his hemmaroids,
Cos I downed old Darcy Pitt.
They wouldn't let me bowl,

the nasty game of Cricket.
an out you go hows that!
twisty ball gets ya wicket,
sneaky buggers...

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"The mind can weave itself warmly 
in the cocoon of its own thoughts, 
and dwell a hermit anywhere." 
                ...

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Ekphrasis on, The Spinners
(Las Hilanderas) artist, Diego Velazquez

 

colors, fabric missing painter's glaze

     spun within moonbeam's glow

threads entangled in beautiful gaze

majestic, with heart-sought truth in tow

 

by mortal flesh and heart-sights...

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    Cell Phone Tango


Without electronic devices,
Oh, my~ how could we live?
Without a face, ghostly in color,
whilst we ignore other humans
as some kind of boring disorder.

People laughed when I told them
there really is...

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The rooftops are damp and slick
   reflective mirrors of the rain
   droplets large, globular, heavy and thick
   flow down the rafters to the ground terrain.
Splashes of water tap and...

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Theres no pleasing the Devil for he is dead

Shot in the face by one of his own men

The bullet was inscribed with the initals J.C.

Could this the the janitor Juan Carlos's deed?

Hell no, pardon the...

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Thoughts are powerful
Thoughts are wonderful
There can also be colorful
But the thoughts, I hate most are the ones
That are known as head spinners.

Crazy thoughts that rattle your brain
Bringing nothing but hurt and pain
These thoughts keep rushing...

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No therapist wanted to do any kind of counseling for B School, which to my home is quite near.
I was frankly bewildered that three of my friends, Susan, Tad, and Sun had told me they...

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Chink chink chinking. Never chunky. Such exquisite curvature of a smiling glass. Legs are an undefeated objective of a marrow. And when the spider sings one must hold up a garden rake. Taking a pillar...

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Beneath the roots of the Tree of Life,
The mythical Yggdrasil,
Live the Three Sisters of Fortune,
Three spinners sit weaving still.

Our fortunes favoured, fortunes damned,
Are spun to dusk from dawn,
The destinies of every man
Ordained before we’re born.

Spun...

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Awakened by the winds, 
soft caresses upon my face. 
Showered with the sweet fragrance 
of Honeysuckle, Lavender and 
Magnolia’s in full bloom.
 Even before my eyes were open, 
I knew the day could hold no...

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Rain Dance
The rooftops appear slick
   reflective mirrors of the rain
   droplets large and globular
   flow down the rafters to the ground.
Splashes of water tap
   brushing leaves and...

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My perennial garden is peaceful and tranquil
A timeless place of beauty where calmness will instill 
Vibrant blooms emanate sweet and savory scents
No fake or synthetic wafts among the floral presents

Birds flutter and dip in the...

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Flirty Tail Spinners

A glowing mist gravitates toward the earth
Golden particles move into a canal of birth
Electrically charged by an unseen force
In a honey like substance, follow their course

Each particulate holds a massive power of life
Arriving...

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Habitual liars, story spinners
Elasticizing their version of the truth,
Taking it and whomever they can
On a seemingly endless journey
Into oblivion.
They can feed you the same lie
8 ways past Sunday.
Expect you to believe it
And further expect to...

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