Long Streamlet Poems

Oh! African child, the temple
A redient beauty of nature
Thou are the cradle capital
 Of humanity and creatures
The founder of patriarchal

Oh! African child,
The coy the toy of the wife
Beauty of nature and life
The belike of Bowie...

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MY LOVE, it was never your touch that sent my soul on fire,
           the way you ignited my passion without ration to acquire.
  ...

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They could hear the mighty felines
Running in a line behind them
Han and Kwona and the children 
Knew that they were being herded
 
These great sabre-tooth cat hunters
Were the rulers of the forest;
Now they are no longer with...

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Standing up on this polished stone as
A bard once upon a time
In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought
Sharping up the plight for its prime.
As an apostate of vice
On the face of the last dime,
Announcing...

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One night  returning  home from the marketplace 
Street lights  suddenly went out.
I could see the road  curving in the headlight of my car.
After driving for some time ,I reached a place
By...

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                   Is it the cinders of hope?

          ...

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I cannot put you into rhyme

You would refuse to go there

Having once said, “If you can describe love . . . . It isn’t”

And you are the same

I cannot dress you in words and do...

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I must have been three or may be four,
when Karen took me to the candy store.
My awesome older sister was she, 
she’s was everything I wanted to be.
Her fun and silly ways I did adore....

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The reverie carries a renown reflection, like a flowing streamlet with torrents of the tributary holding onto its memoirs. Pebbles surface the shore like a lover encompassing the tides of a fluent dream. An aria...

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The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring.
Covered in ice from the frigid Winter freeze,
no production until the ivory dove does sing.
The town wondered what nature would bring, 
so no one walked around with reposed...

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Elaelana- A Nymph In the Forest
Inspired by Charles Amable Lenoir's painting, "A Nymph In the Forest"

Pronunciation: 
Elaelana; Eh-lee-LAY-nuh, 
Naphesai; Nah-feh-SIGH, 
Mylesia; My-lee-SEE-uh

Elaelana, forest goddess, kneels beside the water lilies
Picking dainty, gem-like flowers to adorn her...

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In the valleys of green,
where the sun sweeps the sky,
and the mountains swoop down to the sea.
I will never forget the sweet morning-time song,
that melody sung unto me.

Fond memories here in 
my heart and my...

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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, 
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; 
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, 
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away! 

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,...

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Good job you are doing
Not all of us appreciate that
Not all things are pleasant,but
We tired to praising you
We tired to hearing your prevarication promises
We tired to espying your unskillful actions
We tired to succeeding your phrases,...

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the winter snow has drifted,
each flake reminds me of you-
through memories I have sifted,
and I thought I'd be uplifted, 
but my yellow skies turned to blue,
for my heart cannot unlove you.

when raindrops linger through air,
each...

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The Hidden Nature Trail

While I was hiking one soft summer morn
beside a streamlet flowing through a dale,
I found a narrow nestled path unworn 
which led me down a hidden nature trail.

I walked amongst the pine...

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Closed my eyes
Walked a step
And I leaped  across a streamlet

The beginning of my vagabond chapter
I brought my bag
And honestly, I didn't look back
Not even once

"Don't look back, don't look back"
Since you pushed me away
I...

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The wind puffed
And blew the clouds in for a day.
It puffed again
And blew them far away.

They'd just had time to play and spray,
To make the day a little gray,
And turn the dust and rust of...

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Nimble fountain of the mountain
Soaring starry birds on the hilly peak
Greyishness blue heart of the sky
Meditated silent wind of the wood
Enchanted hut beside the streamlet
Golden paddy field, delicious foods
Everything I have, all will be mine
Nonetheless...

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Dusty roads take me out
   To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
   Way off highway stretches -

To the rocky vales where
   A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people...

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With utmost impassioned heartfelt clasp
He drew her to him with hot grasp
Dipped and consumed yet cheeks aflame            
Rapid streamlet of fire found way ...

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