Long Uncrowned Poems

The revered Reverend Martin Luther King Junior

Born January fifteenth nineteen twenty nine
if still alive seven years shy 
attaining age of centenarian
father of civil rights movement,
the revered Martin Luther King Junior 
honored as benevolent demigod figure
to...

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(If I could spit venom, this paper would hiss.)

I cant sleep,
it's dark and i can feel your memory biting
my eyes are sore with the persistence of it
weeping, rasping, clawing, grasping at my spine
(still too apathetic...

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Five score minus eight years ago
January eighteenth two thousand twenty one
father of civil rights movement
the revered Martin Luther King Junior honored
as benevolent demigod figure
to the oppressed African American population

without whose bold risks
and subsequent brutal assassination...

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Disparage not our hearts-- they are God-loved, God-found
This will get mystical -- allow me to propound
Just think-- wherever we pray can be holy ground

Contemplation of His Love always will astound
The Divine Physician can heal us...

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"I have been a stranger in a strange land."  Bible, Exodus 2:22

[X]X[X]  *  X[X]X  *  [X]X[X]  *  X[X]X  *  [X]X[X]

Hungry eyes seek substance, food matters naught--
sees...

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33rd BIRTHDAY

Back to back taking from a formula, 
But can be stormier within the storm, 
Uninformed ignorantly believing lies is the norm,
These words are here to inform, me and you, open your third eye, ...

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“I am but a speck of dust here in this universe that may be blown away by a whiff of breath, but I know, I am priceless in the eyes of God and I wait...

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Frozen In My Hour Glass


I pressed the button of facebook
And read- Memories Five Years Ago
An unforgettable day!
Every moment of that day
Is frozen in my hour glass
My life had taken a spin 
Everyone was in a...

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Leaking sides of a filth I abandoned

Sheathing myself to my fortress garrisoned

Waste snaking through what's left of my good will

On and off I rode away from the wasteland off the distant hill

 

Encountering the ghosts...

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Mohtarmaas!
Not just titles,
Titans of change,
Revolution’s rhythm,
Pulsing through time!

Tricolour dreams—
Sewn with the might of women,
Saffron courage,
White truth,
Green hope,
Their spirits spin tales,
Defiance in diversity!

From Jhansi’s fort
To Delhi’s gates,
Rebellion echoes,
In the roar of battlefields,
In the silence of prison...

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The Sixty-Four Rulers of the Yi Jing

When chieftains uncrowned yearn to be enthroned
They either give their daughters to princes
Or invite other chieftains and have them poisoned
Some choose the war-path without hindrances

And lose their lives wives...

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Who was it?

Who was it sacked the fifteen thousand,
Who enjoys the sacking, he just smiles
Who has the public informing on public servants,
On who went to McDonalds for lunch with style,
Who was it fixed the hospitals,
Sacked...

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You’re reading this as I write.
Straight out of
True Confessions.
 	
It wasn’t long after you left
That I began to live for myself.
 
You say you knew that?
Oh, OK. I guess you could tell,
Being out there,
With true...

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Eight former champions.
Eight uncrowned atheles
Four officials.
Two championships
One purpose.

When the guy losses the title
A group of wrestlers used the
Alumni clause in there contract
To reinstate a former championship
They were to present it as there
Worlds champion.
A group of...

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When freedom is limited to merely living a gloomy existence,
not having access to all the privileges and total liberties
of a free society, then it's more bitter than sorrow.  



When one's faith is not allowed...

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(at risk of life and limb) against scourge of
racial prejudice courtesy
of sharecropper grandparents
whose objection to racial segregation
based on an affront to the will of God,
whereby the young whip smart precocious lad,

(whose impact we now memorialize)
showed...

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There, thrust to
high Heaven
my ever trusted foe
whose flashes flames
of fine froth
lured me within his
caste raps.
There, lies my
intent torment;
A galaxy of my
inventor
Deadly duel
reminiscence.

Falsehood keg me in
Bars,
spade off, from
sprayed spittle.
Like a barren
scarecrow.
Stood scar of the
underworld,
A trait, from
trusted...

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Embroidery whose titan never gets credit
An empire whose founder is long forgotten
And exists only as an adage, whose tale relives
Long forgotten history
History that ministered hope to those dimming out
Shone paths to those whose itinerary was...

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Inspired by the YouTube’s videos

I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger when

So pensive, humbling and revealing
The glory past and fame archived
Age...

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A Christian writes
  of Mary's agreement to the blessed flight
  when angels bowed before the blinding light.
A whisper soft and a promise
  as the changing times alarm us,
  fearful so that...

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In Lebanon there was a thistle, 
A cedar, and a wild beast.
The thistle was in full bloom.
With its purple blossoms and prickly green leaves and stalk,
It pierced all who would dare touch it.
Though low to...

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The bard had just penned a ballad profound
and stroking his beard, this clumsy word-hound
just spilled his last beer on pages unbound.
A marvelous monorhyme sits uncrowned. 

Deluged under streams of thoughts that still hound,
I venture to...

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Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and  non submissive 
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to...

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Give me all of my private time 
I will succumb without a fight
And later be your every whim
First those few seconds of respite
Before once more I crawl through slime
Notice how once my gown was white...

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Cold Winter

I stroll down the road, wind chills blow

Deserted and melted in flurries of snow

The sidewalk is drenched with slush

My furry boots move in languid hush

 

In the comfort of my woolly 

I breathe in...

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