Long Tambourines Poems

“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your entire self turned inside out,
those small addictions 
inevitably grow 

they...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps...

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When Sunday's Children of Grace entered into Sunrise musical recording
studio to record their musical video "Yahshua, we are your chosen people."

They received a different reception from the ever increasing numbers of pro 
Hamas domestic terrorists...

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I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand.

Days were filled with wonder and enchantment, like purple, star...

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Fortunately, their musical video of It's just my destiny's, backfired very badly against
all of them!  It was rightfully branded and labeled 'as anti-Semitic and hate speech.
Thus because Sunrise musical recording studio didn't want a...

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One time, when I was about
eight or nine, 
Poppa climbed up onto the roof.
He was fixing something
(I don't remember what)
but he called me up.
He wanted me to see 
the sunset
uninterrupted by the houses
and trees of...

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"BLACK CAT"



SILENCE
prowls on soft paws 
with sharp claws
Cutting up the 
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves 
SILIENCE
In absentia 
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm 
gants de Suède
on 
Poets’ Row
Rat goes 
Rat goes
Red scream 
scarlet ribbons...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles...

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A Wandering Boy with a Song in His Pocket
Arabic Poem by: Salman Dawood Mohammed 
Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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(5)
Just like the wind 
I drive out loneliness of an empty bench for two... 
And,...

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Now, Railroad Bob has lost his job, he’s got no place for working,

His wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.

The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,

the...

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Oh beautiful Gypsy,
I see you there, in amber campfire mist.
On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to the strum of guitars.
Sable eyes, gleaming with wanderlust, transfixed on...

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Naked trees whose dilapidated bodies have outgrown the test of time
shoot unseemly  into the unaccommodating sky flustering as they walk by
Nude trees laden with deceptive shadows waiting for the morrow
Echoing  a somber tune...

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Last night I watched in silence
At the end of the road in forest deep
I hid amongst the trees watching in awe
As gypsies dance while others sleep
Under the violet hue of evening sky
Haloed by evening's golden...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope,
and stalked...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The Beggars ’neath the balustrades,
and broken Children, Chambermaids,
are running wild from wraiths, afraid
	of dreams where death redoubles.
They fritter time with tattered threads
(from ragged clothes they’ve left in shreds),
crocheting hoods to...

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Oh bright star man beloved
upon your visage mine heart has hovered
examined closely the paths you travel
your soul I desire to unravel
 
depth upon depth draws forth your design
and within a formidable mind
wherever you turn there...

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The stage was being set. 
I needed to get out of the way so that I 
Would not end up squashed by the stage's immense size.
Yet even as the edges of the stage did nudge...

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As darkness gives way to light and day dawns,
the symphony of sweet sounds begins.
First a single chirp from a lone bird, 
next a response from a mate in reply.
Then as if on cue from a...

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Day-193 “Very Bad Santa Crawl”   

Once upon a time
I wandered upon this scene
Was quite a jolly bunch
Down in New Orleans

Down on Bourbon Street
Where bad boys and girls come to play
Some say it‘s for...

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Where does the 
    selfless sun hide
when heavens
r a i n bloodstones? 
Burned and inscribed, 
from monsoon monsters,
gnawing at our bones,
the shimmering 
  darkness imbibed,
If only drifting 
shades 
  ...

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If you make a vow to the Lord your God, you shall not delay fulfilling it, for the Lord your God will surely require it of you, and you will be guilty of sin. But...

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Most local folk lore is intended to unnerve but
I think there's validity to the Haunted horse shoe curve.
The building of our nations rails took a terrible toll
on the Irish, the Chinese, and many other souls..
This...

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Migrating to America 
In the age of Aquarius
Envisioning the best from the
Land of opportunity where it’s been said
Streets are paved in gold
Everyone has a white picket fence and
A Chevrolet too

The corner hop served burgers and...

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The wealthy seek company with your ten-acre heart and one-acre mind. 
Groupies swarm beneath your haloed window even on rainy nights.
Tapping tambourines and triangles to poultice out those nuggets of life.
You slowly walk away from...

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It's time...
For a mother
In this mother.

Bring out those tambourines!
Brother Wolf will scream, as
Black, white, and in-between keys harmonize as teams.

It's time!
Let's look the world over
Wise women don't cower.

From the U.S. to Timbuktu, toot on!
First, the...

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