Long The little giant Poems

I Am Who I Am

Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM

I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want to Rise
I like to look at the Storms Rage an...

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—Our days of no beginning and no end—

When a giant thinker who wandered in the wilderness of meditation 
for a long time came to find himself, leaped over a wall that was built 
for a...

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Granma's free stone peaches
have to be on the truck
the grocery store was just next door,
it didn't seem enough!

Because they ran the RailRoad
Rock Island ~ it sounds tough
and Granma needs her peaches
that grocer better scuff!

The Midwest's...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: I'm Sorry, I've Got To Go
Edited By: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


Jazz
aficionado's,

remembers

Chick Webb -

Two sticks
in hand,

tap'n 
on the rim

of a
snare;

keep'n time
on the
drums....

like
a clock,

And

tap'n
those cymbals
Bock-a-da-bock -

Go
Chick,
go!

He 
was
flawless!

Hit'n licks
like
lightening,

and

didn't miss
a
note -

When
you hear
him play

on
"Liza,"

then you
know 

that 
Chick,

was
jazz royalty,

worthy
of
the throne -

He gave
jazz,

a whole
new
meaning -

"It don't...

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"Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, 
O anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
Still-waking sleep, that is not what...

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Nathan the Giant

A little giant he became discarded because of his age
Surrendered to a cold steel cage
His warm soft bed traded for a dog pound
Confined in fear his bellows abound
Trying to drown out the growling...

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Seven years of waiting, and waiting and waiting
Sometimes wailing while waiting
A stone seated at the rock bottom of her heart
Her life burdened and dark with dread

The sun rising and falling
Seven years of waiting and waiting
Seasons…...

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Rocking back and forth with a Magellan hat, Lennie prepares for sailing.
Incoherent babbling is heard from the explorer on all fours. 
Items of existential curiosity, once seen from afar and distant, are now within reach.
Unbeknownst...

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At first glance, he seemed so young, 
And so terribly small but enchanting
'He's only thirteen' someone whispered.
Yes, only thirteen and holding everyone
In the palms of his hands with anticipation.
We were entranced by his poise as...

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he does not know that he is small
in his world,  he's nine feet tall
the little black dog with the long tail
sees the world high is he's being held
over the fence, his eyes are trained
his...

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He is a lot spoiled and slightly rude
grouchy, bossy and sometimes crude
He loves to bark must be heard
if barking is talking he gets the last word
He's cute and cuddly and stubbornly defiant
He thinks of himself...

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