Long Sweepers Poems

ask me about my day as a sweeper today..
its hilarious to even tell this to all today..
the supervisor the power abusing man.
have fallen in love with me.. madly..
he cannot even take his eyes off me..
and...

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MV WILHELM GUSTLOFF

This was the worst ship disaster, with the greatest loss of life at sea
A German ship that was overloaded, with over 10.600, war refugees

Sank on the 30 January 1945 by a Soviet submarine...

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i am a sweeper ,sweeps   a yard of forty acers...
starts the day sweeping te falen leaves..
dirt of other peoples bad manners pf throwing dirt...
a supervisor who is a man of its own rules..
a...

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Walking through the tall pines of Perlarcher forst 
Munich Germany I walk deep within the woods 
every day the barbarian alps in my view colorful 
leaves rustle beneath my feet my London fog 
trench coat...

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Salt of The Earth



Ordinary people
That’s who we are
Our triumphs
Our sacrifices
Loves
And torments
Go unsung
For the most part 
Un-noticed by anyone

Ordinary people
Who’s lives may have suffered tradgedy
Quite sperate 
From the world of celebrity
Who’s weight loss and weight gain
Who’s...

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The Queen of England exists in a sphere
Of opulence, hygiene, crystals and clear
The Queen of England, between me and you
Is oblivious of the fact, that all is not true
The Queen of England is surrounded by...

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I see her very early in the morning daily.                          ...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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AN OPEN AUTOGRAPH

(To All My Friends There And Here, 
Then And Now)

On the bald branches of the lightning 
That avoids the dark earth below;
Around the nipples of the October rain
That pamper the thousand lips of...

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This is my translation of a Chinese Song dynasty poem and my response to the poem

Yan Jidao
To the tune of Mulan hua

Again, the east wind blows its heartless gusts
Smears flowers thick upon the ground like...

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My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of my life’s candle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and drag, what doubt dream dousers doodle
My...

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Too Many Churches Are Becoming Political…

Have you noticed?  This may seem to be “heretical.”
As more churches are becoming too “political”

What in the world are churches doing “for heaven’s sake.”
Do many in churches think about...

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World wide they're wranglin' up my folks,
So I stay woke 'cause it's no joke,
We came from slavery & hangings by rope,
To wantin' dollars in bulk,

Tryin' to make  the money last    ...

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Pearls of sweat trickling down the cheeks
On the cup of warm tea
As the vendor sells his ice cream
It is a poetry

The fish seller from dawn to noon
Toils hard and earns little
Her smile always reveals poems
Her...

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In the month of July during whirlpool
A Legacy was born to challenge a fool 
Who in sphere of market did money drool. 
As all feast and dance and sing in yule
Many people like Vipul, Maulik...

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Down through the greener woods of Uma,
Through the lions’ den to the green mamba’s palace,
Near the dik dik’s habitat,
As the antelope took off to escape the rage,
Of the approaching leopards whose paws protruded,

Upon the trees...

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At twilight I sang 
through veils of darkness,
as moon turned heads
with her crescent mourning,
and yesterdays permeate
within this etherized rhythm,
the metronome swung
a lifetime within a crescendo, 
violet tears seeped octaves
and feel distantly,
to move in life


and shivers...

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The street sweepers sweep away
At four in the morning and try to clean
It will never change, it does no good
Of yesterday's moral decay
On the avenue of the hungry and mean
The menu, drugs and no food

The...

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To some, there is a “good side”
When you’re posing for a pic
And people show their “good sides”
Sometimes trying to be slick.

But if somewhere in Manhattan
Is the place from whence you hark
Then you know the “good...

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There is a sliver of the dawn
upon the earth and sky,
as escort to the sun that speeds the day
and will not let it die....that rushes forth
aggressively upon the penitence of night.

So is the love that...

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the window was broken as the smell 
of stinking raw fish heads fresh bread 
and that mangy old dog barking 
always seemed to awaken me I dashed 

quickly for the back door to sneak down...

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The electric jolt of the city stops 
It bows like a sapling in a February storm
The thirsty windows collect the drops 

The heart, the pulse of the place— still warm
Still whispering behind doors, under grates
Beyond...

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