Long Tunis Poems

 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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The goddess we call Aphrodite
Is not just an old Grecian deity.
  The Phoenicians did make
  Her a map. It's not fake.
Her body is cartograffiti.

The Punic war destroyed her face, 1
The Romans left nary...

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It was the year 4250 and a very nice day. Grine who was well tanned and with long, dark flowing hair had just left his Mac, the warmth to his bedroom, on which he had...

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The Triumph of Love over Death

My heart, 
my mind, 
the two have worked together,
Each of them elemented 
and fostered my spirit.
Some day, 
a stranger stepped in 
seeking decent weather;
The guest waited for 
the host to...

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We, pedestrians, who love open range
walk in and out for freedom and bread.
It is now high time for autumnal change
And the city streets are propelling us ahead.

Reality is contained and so in it is my...

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A lonely ghost loomed out 
of the unknown mystery,
Bringing a halt to darkness 
and showing life in misery.

Hamlet was told 
but there was no reason to be cold,
This is a confession that is old, 
what...

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LANDING

Big Brother's eye
beyond the sky 
Saw it not sneak nigh, 
round valley and hill,
gripping necks at will;

No Global Hawk, Predator, 
Brigadier, Mirador,
nor fortress and tower high 
Could site it here or there,
abridging lives to spare....

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Having said what I said,

Having done what I did,

I will never keep my head

short of spirit or down with regret.



Alone in my agony, alone in

my dynasty, I will stand still

and dig and have things to...

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A Question to La Fontaine


			Was the ant free from debt to the cicada?
			
If she could live to work without a song,
			Then her life was hardly worth living;
			And let her gather to eat,
			And eat to die.
			
If,...

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And as you think 
you have known them for years, 
in one single night, 
you realise, they got rid of you ..
For they do not give a bit of damn 
to friendship and good company
And...

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