Long Wesley Poems

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She wanted me to re-marry, you see, but I never did.
Oh, I had a few trysts, here-and-there,
just to remind myself the plumbing still worked,
but all it REALLY did was remind me
how much more incredible making...

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Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among the darkness surrounding
Do not let our words run dry
Together, in...

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Death walks around like thief in the night looking for someone to start a fight; it knocks on every door with an AK47 rifle in its hand and a barrage of bullets in a container...

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This is for you, Mystic Rose,
The closest cyber encounter family tree, my spree
Harry Horsman, Sara K, summer's gone, let's haiku and play.
Achoo contest, butterflies, Parise Pariku, and the awesomeness of Michael J. 
Andrea Dietrich, Debbie...

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long before i met April
i was a poet true
i had a heart of love 
but no one to give it to
so i put my words on paper
posted them to the net
and got someones attention
that i...

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After considering all this I can only come to one conclusion, there can only be one all knowing all powerfull God.'  For instance if we consider the Gospel of Matthew chapter 22 verse 13,...

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Note: "The original hymn text was written as a "Hymn for Christmas-Day" by Charles Wesley, included in the 1739 John Wesley collection Hymns and Sacred Poems writing, (song) HARK how all the Welkin rings "Glory...

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(Author’s note: This poem was written during the 2020 lockdown in the early part of the pandemic when many people were isolated and afraid. It was also after years of increasing political and social turmoil....

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I gazed beyond the hills smiling at the daffodils, screaming at the rain as it thundered on my window pane, nature erupts beyond the valley, carrying sticks and stones and fishermen dead bones; they have...

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Woman of Sorrow                                ...

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Prologued:  Before granny left....she used to sing to me a song..{that I'll} "that I will
never forget."  'Son...I'll be going on Home....soon', "but there will be someone who will
take care of.......You.."  {I say}..."But...

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SWAGGER

Collaboration poem of
Space Cadet (Wesley C) and Darren White


He can absorb and hide his gaze,
      Pretend to be genuine and flower his date,
      Her tattoos...

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Times had turned to worse after my dad left, and after their fight of many fights !
I hear him say to mama, "I am going to the store and he slam-mss the front door..
...and he...

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The trip was worth all of the diffulculties that we esperienced in arriving to gran'nny
house, such as first the day my dad left us, and then mama telling grannie that she was
examine by a specialist...

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You’re so beautiful 
Oh thy Chloe you look so beautiful
Oh thy Chloe
You got me watching   you   like Adam loved Eve 
When I looked upon   , your spirit and sensitivity...

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Smoke bellowed out the top
Of the trawler’s ships
As the merciless hunters loaded
Their harpoons with exploding tips

“There she blows,” a sailor shouted 
It was a female whale that surfaced and spouted
The engines roared in hot pursuit
The...

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Birth?  I do not recall the time or place.
The first thing  I recall remembering  -
Mom was having a home permanent done
and I was banished outside to the yard.
I'm Ruth, I learned rejection...

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God is met not as an object to be understood, 
but as a mystery to be loved  -attributed to Gregory of Nyssa
d. 19 July, 394

Crisp and white underfoot
crunching whilst I take out the bins:
It’s...

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TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST
Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C)

The sand is a warm window; 
from the sill, 
     I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me.
Sea opens...

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Life is not a simple path
It has many twists and turns
Neither it is a bed of flowers 
It gives you very painful burns.

Challenges are a part of life
There are many crossroads in the way
But we...

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The underground was packed
Like sardines we squeezed in and stacked
She was there but not there if you know what I mean
Ipods have a tendency to make people ignore each other which is mean
Some days I...

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I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining.
Rain does not usually kill people, I replied.
But lightning can, and thunder is scary.
Lightning has never hit me, I replied.
It will probably get me, he...

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When Do We Start To Live  

Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White
Voice: Wesley C.


How do I know we’ve lived?
          If you’re certain then tell me when?
          When?...

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Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

From the hymn, Christ the Lord Is Risen Today
written by Charles Wesley

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Christ rose from the dead on Easter day;
For me,...

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Duck Eggs
Granville Wesley Clarke

May 14, 1921, ====July 19, 2011

The late Cracker or Perry

A golden heart stop beating at sunset July 19, 2011



Today my memory is a large duck egg

Yes, that large duck egg, you got...

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