Long Toga Poems

ANIMOSITY VESSEL :
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Here she sit at her thresholds corner;
Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal,
Crazely permitting no one to untie her shameful sandal,
Eagerly wish people...

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As time passed on by, they settled and married
producing a fine brood of children
yet growing more and more unsettled
until one day they headed off again
this time going to the far north
where the lands were bound...

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Light da Roman candles
for da coming Chariots of Pharaoh holiday
Dem New Publicans
be back in pyramid power
Give a Caesar Palace casino hip, hip-hooray

Happy daze are here again!
Dem New Publicans bray 
dey be da common people’s friend

But...

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English translations of Latin poems written by the ancient Roman poetess Sulpicia.



I. At Last, Love!
by Sulpicia
translation by Michael R. Burch

It's come at last! Love!
The kind of love that, had it remained veiled,
would have shamed me...

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With a heavy heart,
the sorrow in it 
feels 
           all
	       hope
        ...

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The seductive voice
emanating from the Cyclops eye,
whispers:    Don’t believe what you see!
Only trust what I say,
when you zombie sleep turn off the TV

Have no bewitching faith in your bad dreams,
especially the one...

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Clad in his double-breasted royal toga
Filled of nothing but pride and anger
His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s
His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of 
A raging rattlesnake about to strike
His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red
His...

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WE . . .  NOT  FRUSTRATED

Those whose mouth  speak and ooze 
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary 

Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not...

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Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely 
Course thy hot crimson blood; 
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and...

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The sow beauty queen’s 
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”

Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings

That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy...

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Barely weeks of seven of the orgy
Space crash of 117 people in a Bellview
Tragedy came knocking
This time harder with anger to
Ginger blood off its hunger

Unto the street of heaven came the commotion
On the Flyers descendant...

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I been thinking about you all morning

I just love you to no end

I been singing you song of welcome

Bring your spirit into this place

Breathe on me with your presence of grace and mercy

I love you

If...

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Best to get there early and don’t forget some food and drink.
It’s Friday again and time to celebrate.
It’s hat week, Carmen Miranda’s birthday, toga, toga, toga.
We all had another week taking care of 80 children...

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To paint as well as a photograph is incomprehensible.
This is true for people who cannot complete such a task.
For those who do, 
it is a talent beyond treasure.
A photographic memory is enviable.
Even to perceive reality...

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Steal away the idol children
Work ‘em to death,
give them no pay
Carry their cries 
	      on a plaintive wind

Pilfer their graven image mind
Then fill it with empty thoughts
of caste assimilation

Melting pot...

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The lazy consciences
of the long yawn, credulity class
work so hard
to be an American Idle

“Care less” is their toga motto

You gotta have Roman candle aspiration
Pleb effigy be the 
burning goal of a finger-twiddling nation

Fiddle sticks 
always...

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The dream was of me
I dreamt off me in my dream
It was fearfully dreadful a dream
Long ago was the day of my last dream
Before the dream that came knocking on me
Startled still, as I opened...

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What America Is About

Liberty Enlightening the World
(La Liberté éclairant le monde)
Overlooking New York Harbor.
A gift from France cast in copper:
To commemorate French and American alliance.
In shared ideals of freedom and democracy
For which many sacrificed bravely.

Upon...

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Collaboration between
Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams:
 
The Wet Patch
 
Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.
 
My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all
If I...

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Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.

My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all 
If I stand up, down they will surely...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries in the still
My home, a deserted paradise
Where birds wail for...

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Still,
Of her father
Even after hair in her armpit
After her four years sojourn in our citadel
With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga
She remains in the shadows of her father.

Of a Mary, 
The father’s virgin
Slim, willowy and...

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Still not done with our kingdom
Ours is peopled by the low, the high
With abundant wealth that surround us
We still munch the stench of poverty
Like we swallow our daily ”Garri” 
Though still in our Master’s Garrison.

Taken...

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Still, my voyage to the Capital
A city whose other name rocks with “Aso” 
On the rock, yet in the capital 
The ruling vampires swim in affluence
They are the upper rockers,
The middle rockers strive to climb...

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I CRY EVERYDAY 2

I cry everyday still...in my corner 
The type that could only come from a young soul
I am a she with a boy, expecting another baby
What do I do? My man isn't a...

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