Long Weighting Poems

"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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"The Faces of Man"



The faces of Man
transformative 
held in the hand 
of Mephistopheles 

blood sells white and red
pontificating with two fingers

consuming greed for 
want of everything
they meld into the
curves of their crooked bends

he’s come to...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Stagecoach Mary
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/2014


 Mary Fields,
(1832-1914).

born a slave,
somewhere in
Tennessee,

on the 
Dunnes
Plantation -

She  became 
the first
African American
(male or female)
to deliver 
the U. S. mail
in 
America -

She was 
a tall
 woman, 
over 6 Ft, 
and 
strong,

weighting
over
two hundred
pounds,

who 
didn't shy
 away 
from 
a brawl
or
two
if need
be -

She rolled 
cigars, 
chewed...

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God Has A Plan For Me
I came into this world August 12 1986 by the Grace of God. I was Two months early and was only weighting at four pounds then. I didn’t give up...

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I woke up late last night
In an ocean of my tears
Sailing in a precarious ship
Build of my sadness and fears

The waves so unforgiving
The wind as cold as death
I can’t keep steady on my feet
I cannot...

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never do listen to sweet sirenes´ call
promises made by them lead to your fall
they try to lull you into a false peace
claiming that all of your problems would cease


go read their faces they just need...

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"The Green Bruise of Daylight" 

A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises

one sees red 
alarm lights siren
purple bruises 
detach into the grey

alarm lights siren
there is no more singing
detaches into the...

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My First Kiss

This is something I will remember for the rest of my life. Wow! It was nice.
Of course, it was years ago, but it seems like it was only a moment in time. Yes!...

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"Changing Channels" 

We are all 
drawn to the light
the silent voices 
call us in 
like we are 
their addiction
components 
waived 
in the weighting
we swim in 
our daily medication 
like transparent vespers
We are all
drawn to the...

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At a truck stop diner outside Atlanta:
His face expressionless
His mouth   mutely slack
He sat at his small table  watching her
  as she   methodically   absent-mindedly
  splashed dinner plates
...

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SKIRTING UNDERCOVER

Skirting undercover, peering what it brings 
I’m not living in a world where nobody sins

Everyone, darkness underneath their smile
All fighting ageism so they remain the child

While picking pockets, procuring their wiles
Collecting their monies into...

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I had my blood drawn to find out.
If there were issues with some doubt.
My doctor said it's time to move.
Get off your ass, get in the groove.

Cut down on sweets, glucose is high.
I know it's...

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Skiing Is… 

Skiing is…
Alpine thrill ride on four inch boards
Boggy in the bumps – a schuss to the lodge
Carving a turn leaving icy rooster tails in the air
Drag lift to ride on thick moving ropes

Skiing...

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Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn
with the weight of both structures alive in your arms
Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips
The counting of friends on your five finger tips

Sawdust and poetry,...

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Woman
This is a feedback
It is about
The little time
Our hands were 
Drunk and electrified
It is about
The little endless time
When we opened
A little window
Wide enough
To catch the sky
And weight it
Like weighting
A healthy new 
Born

It is not important...

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I've fallen from grace 
Crashed through the sky 
Landing crumpled where I lie
My sins are what sent me tumbling
Weighting down my soul. 
Wings ripped out 
Im bleeding from the scars
I've been cast out forever 
My...

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Your soul is suffocating friend
I feel the sadness weighting you
The pain seems to be without end
My healing love cannot get through

You’ve buried hurt for far too long
A languid fester in your bones
Recalling only forlorn songs
The...

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Me: How did you start out?
Sand: I was born a rock. About 5 inches round and weighting
about a six pounds.

 
Me: Now did you become just a tiny grain of sand?
How did you get so...

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It was a warm day
I thought of wading in shallow water
Toes so warm
I thought of diving deep in the ocean
Surfacing gasping; hands so cold
I thought of moving water; in a river
Swimming upstream; or following the...

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How moved was ‘I’ with true inspiration
As you gave it to me straight
Understanding turned in me, 
I ‘felt’ despite my numbed fingers
Or my straightened circumstances
As your re-cordings un-bound me.
Heightened, shortened, lightened
Perhaps I should put they...

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Wading Weighting Waiting Room

Wading in thoughts, weighting words, 
fearfully here in this waiting room.

There's a compact slightly cracked 
music player by itself on a shelf. 

Someone largely in charge has 
shaped tape over its switches.

So...

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Your luminescence and clouds from once before, My vision blurrs fine connoisseurs and hunger profits more…
Longing for belonging vain void of emptiness, 
Shoulders back, head held high weighting heaviness.
Murky desperation; wish not to be a...

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The Endless Fight

My sis and I, we made a vow,
to lose all of our weight somehow.
Long months we tried; sometimes we’d cheat.
Jogging! Oh the agony of da feet!

 A one-week cruise; sister noshed and noshed...

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Each moment of Now dissolving
Into the murkiness of yesterday eyes
Perched upon the epochs pinnacle
Vision thickening passes times shadow
Beckoning out in desperate timbre
“Hold!! You forgot me…”

Eyes lamented in sorrowed rapture
Alphabetized memories recalled
So alive themselves I hear...

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The snow covering the ground
Out my window
Goes on like torn-out pages
From my empty journal
Striped with a shadow from an old Red Maple 

A bookmark

To the Monarch’s migration
From the mountains of Mexico
To here

Where we wait the...

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