Long Visionaries Poems

I live in America, as in the United States of America, and that used to mean something. At least to me it did. And it’s not so much in how I was raised but in...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude,
A cloak and dagger God who spies...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude,
A cloak and dagger God who spies...

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Damn where is my mind at, striving and finding the best way to adapt,

            Collapsing the conditioning through written raps that never nap,

 ...

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Damn where is my mind at? striving and finding the best way to adapt,
Collapsing the conditioning through written raps that never nap,
Don’t close your eyes, these rhymes defy your beliefs.

Nature and what’s happening, everybody, yes...

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Is it the ignorance that you exploit 
or is it the confidence that they appoint 
when something’s so stupid it wasn’t considered 
it was overlooked and therefore it delivered 
something so dumb that it isn’t...

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Welcome To The Black Society
Welcome to the dead society
I hope you make through it this poem
I hope I make through this poem
I hope gunshots don't make  it through this poem
Forgive me black society
But I have...

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In the vast and verdant landscape of African literature, a constellation of luminous stars once shone bright, their radiant light illuminating the complexities of a continent’s soul.
 
 O Achebe, Awoonor, Mongo Beti, Ama Ata...

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I have heard it is built with absolutes. I beg to differ, why not? There is past and there is future. Though the future may be indistinct, it is something tangible and inevitable. The past...

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In Times New Roman, I font
to hitch wagon to a star.

Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead,...

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To the God who from the dust of the earth created a man, and out of whose flesh he also made a woman suitable for him; who created vegetation and animal life, and put within...

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Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead, while temporarily
embarking on long day's
journey into night
("yule Jean," I uttered
for...

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Ancient sinister fires dwell in the savage creator's eye,
Soon his fire starter will be coming for a second try,
Choosing to believe, that which cannot be seen cannot be rude,
A cloak and dagger God who spies...

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Now we have kings of hell
A metaphysical chess of wishes
All revolving around me
Trapped inside this cave
This mountain
It’s still really before Christ
the prophet hasn’t been born
but if we can find the exit
we can change the real...

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With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those...

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I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.

Moms of today are different…often they go out with...

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When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.

My mom had a collection of hats she stored...

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I too have come to a blank wall to tell
In sorrow's thronging pangs my sad farewell.
I too toll my heart with memory's bell
The mortal flesh is a fake citadel ...
     ...

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Joseph the son of Jacob and Rachel by his own brothers he was betrayed
a young man with a gift of dreams whom they threw in a pit and wanted to slay
they were jealous of their...

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What an unusual question!
         Were we born with it, then, at our birth?
         Are you like air, fire, water...

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As writers, are we all but seducers of the minds of others

We silently kiss in friendship 

As they read one of our poetic gifts?


(À lone voice whispers)


Do we as writers create emotional bridges

That needs to...

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the big chock in life , It is when you meet some successful folks who cry from years  and you don't know their hidden problems. 
Quote by poet

How many years, 
good visionaries don't count years...

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All About Robert
 
  

Robert was born with a birth defect known as spina bifida. A disability that has 
not stopped him from achieving success in his life. Robert serves as an 
Advocate for...

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*Note - I posted this some time ago on PS and it got POTD, resulting in over fifty comments of support. Social media is a fickle animal, sometimes dangerous. We poets like to imagine ourselves...

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We are but transient breezes, subtle specters,
On this ancient soil, so dense, so tangible,
Yet fleeting seagulls of smoke in nature's hands,
A curtain's sway when the final act concludes,
Departing from mortality's sharp incision, we leave without...

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