Long Tara Poems

“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 1)

Starlings singing...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 2)

What beats...

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The Dogs we called Family

Tara came first and then there was Ben,
When both of them died we said never again.
Then Sam the runner, got killed in the street,
Prince came and went quick, we didn't know...

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Walking home from the bus stop, with a little girl.
I did this every day, and I was really sure,
That everything would be just fine, like every other day,
But little did I know, that this was...

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Chuka Nnabuife: Nwoke Na Mma


(Ab? p?r? iche maka mmemme ncheta ?gb?gba ah? iri ise nke Sa Chuka Nnab?ife)


Izunna Okafor dere ab? a


A s? na mma nwoke b? mpempe akw?kw?
Mana nke ah? b? maka nd? ?j?...

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THE CHOICE

HE WAS asleep
Between space and time
The first light on the world
Floated idly
On him
He was just born.

His folded hands
Glowed a pale pink
To keep the fire of life
He wondered if he was really awake.
Is it the...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village...

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I walk this earth, unbeknown to human kind
an heir to Legends, men of mighty deeds
who through the force of fire and stars we find
those such as I the offspring of their seeds.
Hercules, his power and...

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many a december twenty forth gone by, 
whence wisp of carolers ghosts hauntingly adorn
remembrance of sum...
er things passed along tummy 
from ma late ma alm 

compunction eruption viz:
fruition, gumption interruption 
sans redemption how became re:...

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In The Urban Open Space 2

Some flew away, may be they lost the hope that my eyes do not focus... May be they felt that I don't have the sight they want me to see....AHH...

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You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
                      You end up here. Regret...

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It leads back to the day...
When the formula of perfection was mastered within the voices
of five silhouettes...
Jina, Tara
Shannon, Trena and lastly... Tiffany.
The last that entered this family unit instantly;
With opened arms that was engaged with...

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Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . . 
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . ....

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Thank you fellow poets  in poetry soup

For leaving all your kind thoughts and critiques

You have given me the inspiration to  continue on

And for that I am humbled and grateful

May twenty ten be filled...

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coming out enchanting 
a harp playing 
bewitching music 
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean
dressed in her forty shades of green
her lush finery...

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Of the first five Presidents of the USA, 
four were Virginians. What does that say? 
It says that the South, superb, serene, 
bestrode the land, a virgin queen. 
When the gauge of a nation's financial...

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"19 Davenport"



Spitfires lined in regimental row
Amberley in Autumn
fuel burns on the runway
mirages burn slow

Wings counted

His Adjutant's pad 
counts dollars and time, 
cold and sharp, he salutes lesser ranks, 
all spit polished, all in neat lines,...

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Barbie’s precision, stiff, lounging in glamorous style, 
Plastic pink body asleep in a brand new cardboard box.
Barbie, eyes still open, abused by many of Ken's wiles,
She was once truly human, her daughter opens the lock.
The...

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As consciousness rose
 so did the shadows in men,
 until the white sun rises
 and leaves turn unfolding Zen

In the long grass of sleep we all lay
 awaiting the awakening to life,
 innocence filled our...

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There came a time... When my mother and grandmother couldn't
Do it... yet you did Aunt Brenda.
For you already had four queens...
Jina
Tara
Shannon and Trena...
Of who could sing.
Yet;
You made room for a fifth without any hidden agenda...

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An oopsie in the shower
between him and her,
left the little stick
with a new little wonder.

A baby on the way
is a scary, scary thing,
a new dad he will become,
to a bouncing Amick baby.

A new life for...

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A classic that I love is Gone With The Wind,
     the sweeping historical epic,
full of romance and facts of history.
It tells the story of the southern belle, Scarlet,
daughter of a cotton...

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Tara would be the bee in any woman’s bonnet,
incessantly whining, “Buy me this, buy me that.”

Manipulating
     Selfish
          Rude

She knew all the tricks...

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Arabic script doesn't survive PoetrySoup, I hereby rewrite my previous submitted Arabic poem in FrancoArab letters,

laqad kunt fina al-saraj al-munir .... wa kunt alsadiq wa kunt al-khalil
wa kunt rasul al-mahabati fina .... wa kunt shifa'...

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