Long Sultana Poems

As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heavy with the miasma of malignant...

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Boiler, or bomb, the Sultana sank on April 27, eighteen sixty five 
Taking down with her, a good rounded off number of 1,800 lives

Carrying Union soldiers, who were ex-prisoners of war, up north
From Vicksburg heading...

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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I love the way you ‘round the bases doing your cute...

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In a royal antibacterial waste machine one must wait for the willing vibrancy of the whistling seal. Dressed neatly in a three piece suit he sits on a rock and calls to the breezes on...

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Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix

Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags

Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch

Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss

Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp...

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Puddin  Day
Christmas Begins

they come on a Saturday 
in November, the Puddin People,
brothers, sisters, nieces arrive.
family with their arms full of parcels 
sacks bulging with ingredients
and of course the maestro to orchestrate.

bags of raisins: sultana,...

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I REMEMBER (1)

Candles & nightlights
   flickering bright
blackout curtains
    shutting out light

Dripping setting
   from Sunday's roast
spread  thick
on Monday's toast

Paper chains
    cut and glued
beer in glass
     bottles brewed
Christmas puddings
   with threepenny bits
 Meccano kits
     made to fit

Sunday school outings
      upto Coombe hill
my first ever train ride
         so quite a thrill
Summer walks
    to the Bugle Horn
crisps & lemonade
     upon their lawn
A weekly soak
  ..in a round tin bath
towelling off
 by a fire in the hearth

I REMEMBER (2)
afterschool
on a
          tuesday
  my treat
   awaiting on gran's
baking tray

a spicy aroma
  filled
the air
 t'was
  freshly baked-
my
 weekly share

bread pudding
piping hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
          yummy
a moist mouth
 watering
             confection
in
a
 sultana delectation


I REMEMBER (3)
my clerking 
ever on the go
the junior
   lowest
                of the low

the office
 with  partners just two
pens   pencils
  nearly-new
daily drudgery
  reality soon shone thru'

the 'old man ' yelling
      'ere lad
  chop chop
get me baccy
   from t'corner shop

 tea-break brews'
                   in a stew
bellows of hurry-hurry
from  the back-office crew

another  task
       to get done
this time
   for the partner's son
    no time to stop &chat
  he'd forgotten the fish
          for his wife's cat

    the switchboard clicked
           the doorbell chimed
&
skills to learn
  juggle & prioritise


whew!
    nearly half five
&  knock-off time

    just one task
still to do
fetch the 'boss's
  evening  news

  was this really
           the career    to choose?...

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If you ask me, who are my favorite
Teachers at school –well, I’d say there are six;
All of them are good friends too, you know –they’re
Like a box of assorted chocolates!

Miss Latifa is Black American,
She’s the...

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A wishful tale of man's potential taken (with great liberty) from the story of Samuel Bellamy

A frigid blast of the nor'westerly breeze,
the coldest wind upon these seas
ripples the leathery skin of his cheeks 
as he...

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(Dedicated to my Beautiful Little Queen Fiancée Sultana Yeasmin)


Who knows the moon is brightest only with beloved
Who knows the sun is ever peaceful light only with beloved
Who knows the leaves of grasses are the mat...

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It is warm and moist this morning
The ginger is in full bloom now
The beauty of the white blooms 
Against the waxy green foldiage  is outstanding

It is such a contrast to what lies under ground
The...

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(Dedicated to my Beautiful “Little Queen Fiancée” SULTANA YEASMIN and to her auspicious birthday on 18th July)

S- 
Shining the abode 
In a shrabon night you came
Night-queens spread the scent

U-
Undulated light
Under the crescent moon’s folk
Laughed all...

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Tiny tips of green thrusting their way through the cold earth
You look and scratch your head and wonder, what did i plant there
Its cold, the tiny bulbs shiver as though close to death
Being a friendly...

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In the invited place she got precious gift as new guest
After derived back to home it made her unhappy fest
The temple deity was floating on her sight without mist
To forget she exorcised with betel leaf...

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(Dedicated to my Beautiful Little Queen Fiancée Sultana Yeasmin)

In the starry lap of mangrove
I sought you with a queen crown
Cordial arms of maple tree
Invited you to my heart

Where I'll go dawn to dust,
Where I'll go...

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AS thy noble corona dilates,
Shucks back its great circle, let
Thy golden mean drip power
Onto the beast whose blameless flesh
Screams humped over,
Lathered like the Levin cracked sky
From whose seed was born
An infant God

Remind me Oh! Sultana
Whose...

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I know a lady so fair,
And her talents and beyond compare.

In twilights where eerie silences dance and play,
She echoes life with serene melody of those who cross her way.

Her eyes, like stars, shine bright and...

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