Long Tropics Poems

How the Nation of Islam saved my granddaughter 
from Catrina Bell queen pin gang leader it was a warm 
day i was suffering from traumatic brain injury raising 
five children including my granddaughter only four...

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Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I ever had.
A holiday of every dream
that one lifetime could hold
so listen while this wondrous time 
to you I now...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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Daylight breaks through the gate and a bright light shine intensely on my face from a distance. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I fold one arm and held on tightly to the...

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Quy Nhon and The Tet Offensive
By Franklin Price
9/2/2018

Quy Nhon and the Tet offensive, more than fifty years ago
That Chinese New Year changed our world and most its ebb and flow
Until that day the boonies were...

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Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged...

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My Arkea Ultime Challenge race,
Solo race around the world,
It is the poetry that I trace day by day,
My trimaran is happiness and its sails,
I can go around the world, with,
From my home port, Brest,
Crossing Cape...

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Lost in the solitude of time they journey through the forest in their mind, searching for a path that would lead them out of the dark; the woods were so thick that they had to...

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I was a famous, learned historian, living a good life in prevalent today;
As vast, grey clouds must move on, once wild storms are swept away.

I spent many golden days and plum evenings, perusing historical books,
Like...

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She's pouring from a pot of tea
    as we relax on the quiet porch
Honeysuckle vines encircle the posts,
   and webs of daddy long-legs
      glisten in...

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It was cold again that winter evening.  He could not remember how much time had passed, 
since her family went away. Almost three years he reckoned, judging from the passing of the 
season, and...

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I’m a cat’s eye in a box of jailhouse bones,
 one move on my part boys is catchin’ a love jones
 Phone bouncin’ off the cradle at 3 in the morning,
 by the sound of...

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Our roots run deep into the Philadelphia bells of acoustical waves of your musical melodies, sound in my distant ear, the sailors storm on the wooden ferry I ride, into the depths, of a swamps...

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They do not move a muscle                           
Nor give...

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Höchstzal 25 Worte! 

I hear, I listen, I read, I observe, I sense; there are words flying around everywhere and from everyone including me, at an awesome pace.

There are things in life that don’t add...

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My thoughts reflecting upon a year that is about to pass into history. Each month bringing its own joy, sorrow, and contemplations. I have written It in the form of a couplet, adopting a 12...

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Renowned for what he’d long ago begun,
John tried to take a step back from his life
and figure out just what it was he’d done
to be “The Orchid Man,” with orchids rife.

It must have been at...

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Zika Virus End Within Sight

For far too long we have been at the mercy of tiny little creatures from hell..
Specialised  tormentors that seek and suck blood from victims  in order to procreate…
Being mosquitoes,...

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We flew through the air on a refurbished plane,
the shakes and the rattles sure gave us some pain.
But we were the ones who fortune had named
to spend years Far East with our dad’s army game.

The...

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She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band...

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the universe inside each person, the thousands of facets that are hidden in each gesture, thought, second... so many lives existing concomitantly in one, our theater of joy and horrors could only happen in this...

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My troll brought home his ladylove, from the tropics the other day.
Where have all my flowers gone? I began to ask as she came to stay.
Before then, my yard was beautiful and with a bountiful...

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I like my winters "neat" ...

But they all come "on the rocks" here
So a day will come when palms will dominate my view
Instead of evergreen trees and pine cones and juniper bushes
(Though I do love...

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4am sunday morning they broke into song
unable to contain their smiles
they cast aside the spent wine
and took their ribald song to the streets
with a fanfare of sound and light
like jesters of old
they painted smiles on...

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so i just wrote a rough draft, can i get your honest feedback please. :)




The looks on her body were so beautiful and bent as curved as the tips of paint brushes and her eyes...

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