Long Vagrants Poems

[Every good story needs a sub plot, so…]

He watched from his vantage point on the bank’s roof
And looked out for folk that he knew were uncouth
His years on the run had made him aloof
But soon...

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We all have roots from seeds
In and on the fertile soil of our lives
Where we are planted to need
The place we know as home to thrive
Shaped and harvested we live to die
As the grains of...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is...

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Continued from Part 1
Ah Consuela! I’m watching the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes,
while the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning,
                 of jungles Jamaican entwined
in the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing
                 the vaults in...

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Life i look at it in two perspective,
I shall take  Dreams as an objective.
 as i close my eyes,
I can understand that Dreams is just another disguise.
For when i wake up and step back...

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Golden Harmonies of Existence

Grace falling in essence of pure gold from the sky
Place the lightning bright vision from the centre of my third eye 
Embrace the old derision as the armies can only try
The lace...

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The King hosted a feast, 
   as it was his custom, 
to once a year, feed the least
   blessed in his kingdom.
So the ragged came in flocks
   and in...

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Enters Shawnteysmo
Searching for the right answers using the wrong clues
Trying to cure cancer when clutching a carpenters tools
Handed death or mental disaster the latter I did choose
Like dog without a master Im breaking all the...

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she gave so much that her tank was running on empty

money worldly possession advice love and heart blood


	clothed and fed the homeless

	a kind word and a few coins

		
to every poor beggar in sight on the...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has...

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Empty guts come crawling around the town looking for where destiny is bound. They have nothing in their heart to give and thousands of holes in their hands to fill. They come in different shapes...

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Greenwich Village breathes,
                                ...

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I forgive you my dear country
And her ignoramuses
To my televangelists who prophesy 
earthquakes
And hellfire
Instead of love and forgiveness
So they steal from the poor
To buy miracles from God;
To my shopkeeper who doubles the 
price
Of flour at...

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You Never Do
You say that I am skinny but you give me nothing to eat.
You say that I am quiet but you don’t come and talk with me
You say that I need a friend but...

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Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy 
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic 
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling...

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At an approximate distance of 2 benches, you stood there, every day explaining how two negatives makes a positive. I remember, that day, ages ago, when you told me that I was special, and I...

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Working Long Hours

Glasses long since full
Relaxed mist evokes wooing words
Yet conversation and atmosphere still are dull.
The four on stools-not vagrants and not lords
The common face of easing pain
They sit and smoke, smiles shown
As if to...

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He lost her that night.

Before-
Weeks after school and weekends,
weather or not,
they had  built the fort-
strong, Indian proof.
Father had provided a tarp.
and his father’s High Standard Sport 22 pistol
for wild animals.

The woods behind the fort
were...

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from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency

and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won

the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss

perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of

glory fame...

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ladies of the night 
are dressed in finest lace 
while hiding in the shadows 
where they never leave a trace 
on barren - broken - bastard streets 
these ladies have no face 
with tarnished tassels...

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Yesterday my wife and boy passed on from this despicable scene.
Trapped in the floating, cesspool of human misery for months we have been.
I tried to weep for them, yet no tears would break free from...

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I walk inside to get a bite,
truck stop diner, late at night,
eyes all red, I’m quite a sight
to see.

Take off my old trucker’s hate,
think of the girls waiting out back,
have no interest in getting that
disease.

Sometimes...

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My Bothers and Sisters
(Street Kids)

We grow up in public landfills, train stations, 
under the bridges of towns,
victims of all kinds of abuse, but we still had rights…
because of conflicts with our relatives, 
we did not...

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The circumscribed blue, yet painted limitless,
espied familiar trespassers, no... aghast! Invaders,
disturbing the Celestial Kingdom of tranquil poise
with their creeping agitated army 
of incipient, transitory Amorphous Wanderers.
The heavenly arbitrator of the eternal vogue
implored the vagrants to...

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Wow a party having a discourse. Now that's a very proud time isn't it? When passing a glass don't wave at a passing wavelength as hair can often disguise a taste. So be careful on...

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