Long Strew Poems

Having been avid antiques collectors for nearly 4 decades, my wife and I met our share of rascals like this sneaky dealer - 


Damp and chilly winds were blowing, leaves would paint the ground,
As me...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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Hiccups 

An involuntary spasm 
of the diaphragm 
and respiratory organs, 
with a sudden closure 
of the glottis 
and a characteristic 
sound like that of a cough.

Rather mundane topic 
lest one cursed 
with said minor inconvenience
that...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the...

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Three wholesome troubling years before, a thousand cursed days back
    I lay, most stiff within my bed, my house of death did reek
And all my nightmares, all my slumbers, they were deep...

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1. MORNING HAS BROKEN 
The men, in lines, tramp two by two,
forgetting all the women who
indulged them through a night of tricks
(their lips designed with crimson sticks,
their eyes a wild mascara mix)

and think instead on...

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After moments she shook her head,
then moved over to the brick hearth,
a strew cooked over glowing coals,
she threw more spuds in for her part.

Then came over to the main room,
and sat herself down on a...

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Buried in an avalanche you
might see on "Hoarders buried alive"
back and foreground
white sheet with limited pay per view,
nonetheless sky scraping heap

(Uriah not kid) nsync with a 'U'-
shaped tube anchored securely thru
solid wood - sporting
towering, leaning,...

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VIEW THROUGH as I DREW, my darling HUE: color BLUE
TRY to FLY HIGH! HIGH! then greet HI to fluffy SKIES;
Don't SPRY, don't be SHY! Be SLY pass BY with one SIGH; 
My darling HUE: color...

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Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
      ...

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Is God righteous? He lets babies die.
Is He fair? He hears the hungry cry.
Evil men live lives of comfort and ease.
The good have many a reason to grieve.

Tyranny blossoms while freedom struggles;
Catastrophe comes to multiply...

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I relish being hungry for popslop grub...

(on second thought lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protruding taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized with heart that goes lub dub).

She painstakingly lovingly doth strew
haphazardly she threw
leftovers...

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The Tree of Descent   
Arabic poem by: Saad Yassin Yousuf *
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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As she descended from her paradise, 
She said :
Oh Lord,  choose a land for me
Where I would...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide...

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Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared...

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Ameliorate the sensation sans being caught 
   between the devil and the dark blue sea,
This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling 
   doth strive toward savoir-faire re:
As the fickle finger of...

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Concerto of the Enchanting Night
 Arabic Poem by: Fadhil Aziz Farman *
 Translated Into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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You suggest the songs
And leave me deep
In the splendor of the rhythm and melody. 
Drag my...

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Beneath the blanket of dreams, impenetrable nights, you have reason to cry,
Our bastions of hope are now but ruins and deserted streets,
The walls of the heart that seemed fortresses stand ready to fall, one by...

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Emotional  Demons

These entities are never seen, nor speak a word
Though they communicate in a way, never heard
They prey upon feelings of fear, anger and pain
They find you, when you are weak to fight again

These...

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Catching Pisces

He peddles alchemized wood 
Along the outdoor corridor,
Milk-crate mounting as students skim by, 
Heeding not his lifelong stock.

Sweat leaks from his palette.
He searches their fingers for the shavings 
That lie flat like loose beard...

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Two sandaled feet
Beginning a pace
That will grant salvation
To the whole human race

One foot, placed on hard sand ground
Being followed by disciples milling around
Believers clustered with Jesus, enthralled 
Like leaves of a tree that had refused...

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Uncertainty, 'grand potentate', 
swathes my lure
For renewed insight. I dropp 
upon
My groove, primed, to settle my 
lot. Help! 

Modest citizen. Our battles, 
girthed
For selfish intent, lunges at your 
faceless sense.
We have rasped our own 
reasons...

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Are you able to sense it if even not keenly aware
Some may be unable to admit what has long since been in the air
Each day getting more dark as the density of evil wades through
The...

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KINDNESS SQUEEZE

Evolving darkness cocoons Mother Earth . . .
Apathy¬ rampant chronic mob disease;
Still, I believe etch to flesh a kindness worth.
An embryos growth waiting ¬ needing ease.
Sun rays choir with wind conceives hope that seize,
Beckons...

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