Long Waterside Poems

Upon a bridge within a scene, I breathed so many shades of green
I listened to a chuckling stream, and lingered while I heard it dream
Of so much joy and so much peace, a sense of...

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By Cherbo Geeplay

It rains so much in Monrovia that a
day is like the bloated dough on a 
grey earthly May, washing over October. 
My love, the sun, hides in her bright den
refusing to be seen....

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Long the road that lies ahead

Three mice with a block of cheese and a thick slice of bread
To travel in green pastures and meet lots of animals of which some are friendly and some may...

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Hidden under the honeysuckle
and hibiscus
Lies a stone.
And as I sit, drinking a gin and tonic
Looking over the spent plates
where crusty bread
fried calamari, which is a fancy word for squid,
and two Oysters Rockefeller
sat 
until recently consumed...

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Across busy Arabian Sea,
Before the lands of sun flower skin,
There she is, land of kohinoor washing her feet;
Where three sisters of sea joining their hands
Where northern brother stands highest peak,
Circled by these centuries old neighbors;
There...

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Walking along the waterside
One evening of a sunny Sunday
With a basket full of flowers
Into it fell a butterfly!

Fly! Fly! Away 
Butterfly, you better fly
With your wings,
Full of beautiful colors

In my basket,
Though full...

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JOURNAL VI – Tangled
In Seclusion

Looking through
various American Art
Reviews
I find I’m drawn to
the country rustic
scene –
A stream, or lake,
uncluttered
A thatched hut or
neat, plain farm
house (oh not
      too neat – a
place to...

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beside the sea
       running sa
slowly
    flowing
as floods
       released
where
     rivers meet
out
of
reach

waterside
      ...

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The ancient jagged rocks stand, like black sentinels along the waterside,
Protecting the land from the continuous raging tide.

They are perpetually black, either slicked with water or as a sharp silhouette against a blue crystal sky.
They...

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Ballad
by William Soutar
translation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

O, surely you have seen my love
Down where the waters wind:
He walks like one who fears no man
And yet his eyes are kind!

O, surely you have seen my love
At...

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I wade the waterside enticing death.
The sea extols the brash to th’ outermost
Abyss. A ‘know it all’, I challenged this 
Watery host.

I capsized in the tumultuous seas;
I’m in the heart of the abyssal deep.
The billowing...

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Ma Jebeh's Children

They sit to Redlight, Waterside and Omega,
Selling fufu, cornflakes and meat pie,
Sometimes even crayfish and chicken thighs,
In muddy waters and messy trousers.

They have a great dream,
But their eyes are being shut from every...

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Inspired by Waterside Nocturn by Fred Uhlman. An oil painting on canvas

Cruel winds freeze boats in tilting pose
Now the storm has passed
Calm moonlit inspection starts
Men step on sheets of ice
The lunar landscape depicted 
In lumpy...

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Akuchi is a teacher, 
She's a slay mama.
Bintu is a banker,
She's a slay mama.
Tolani is a trader,
She's a slay mama.
So is Preye,the young woman
who lives by the waterside.
She's  a college student.
These mamas share similiar...

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I sit here by the waterside
Watching the river flow
Dreaming of the day when you were born
To me that day does not seem so long ago .
My heart swooned when you took your first step
Then melted...

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Wheeled myself this morning
 To the waterside, flawlessly mirroring
 Bright white, blue coloured early sky
 Daisies strewn around like smithereens
 Hip hopping bird, questioningly
 Asking for crumbs I have not, why
 Not bring that one...

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I love farmland in spring 
and new beginnings 
and winning in extra innings. 
I love a fat lady singing;
barbecues, chilling, grilling; 
no curfews, imported brews;
a lime or two beautiful women;
swimming in ocean michigan.
Bonfires waterside 
with...

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Down by the waterside
I ached for a ride
Then came a tiny canoe sail
Rollin its small tail

Mind you sailor
I-the wielder of the Ockrentor
The 'craziest' poet
And can you him beat?
I dream I believe
He sparingly revved
Life has made...

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