Long Worsted Poems

I didn't know if I was blessing blessed being lesser or cursed, (Yes I did)
Or was I overwhelmed in my mess or ( I was being elated)
With the power of the Father
I was being overjoyed...

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Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
       ...

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Voyage to the bottom of this... 
prevaricated forth write Declaration!

As most every girl and boy
taught back in the day,
learning base sic life lessons, 
when going to Zerns,
now permanently closed, 
but once upon a time one...

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 [Poem read at Sekoto’s inhumation ceremony at the Neuilly-sur-Marne-93 Cemetery, near Paris. Channel 4 in London recorded the reading as they did the funeral rites in the presence of his close relatives come from...

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Elusive ephemeral ethereal expansive eye (I) witness timelessness

Analogous to Möbius strip -
measured passage of existence
seems to defy any beginning or end
(unless Artificial Intelligence
supersedes developers smarts 
of computer technology
evincing brain power
designing sophisticated machines 
that enslave their...

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Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration.

As most every girl and boy
     taught back in the day,
     or more recently going to Zerns,
     a golden age...

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Coming home late from wandering in my sleep
In search of that which goes ahead of chase
i saw the image of my form stretched on my bed
His looks – minus my glasses – through an impish...

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III

Kept out
   kept out he was: muzzled and shut out
from mothering social approval
    and the usual conning courtesies

Kept shut
  Involuting in the hippo-lipped paranoïa
from the darling eyes of his...

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Gang awa frae tha Glen
Tae a fearsome place;
Where tha darkened souls
Hae na gleemps o’grace.
Where tha work must fit
A new tongue and race.
Gang awa frae tha Glen for a wheel.

“Tis for certs He has ca’d
Ye, and...

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the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they 
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation 
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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along the atlantic, bruitted by cavalier indiscriminate jerry rigged 
salient...

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Plaids.docx
Plaids
Satan and Daniel
one last word
“Checked or checkered worsted or suited to be nude under your clothing is transparent apparently non existent to my naked eye think this will be easily my last try Daniel answer...

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merciless genocide 
     slaughter of native peoples 
     wrought with (super) wanton zeal
feeble ability to thwart 

     "discoverers" rapine wicked onslaught 
 ...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE: 42

If you pull a long-bored acrimonious face
Looking hardly at anyone passing your way
Your sunken cheeks spiting your own face
But those bitter bitten lips will give you away

If you keep...

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Sometimes we speak the truth
Sometimes lies enter we accept this too
Sometimes those hidden things
Prevent us from happiness
So I recommend, instead of being conservative
Rejoice in, rejoice in it, the presents of the master
Of His Som Jesus...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVII

IF you pull a long poet's face
All things you write go awry
E'en fans who cuddle up offer no solace
Remember Kipling's " IF " the price to pay

If...

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The truth is always bitter
I have never known
Its authenticity
Till now
When I learnt that...
...the past haunts...

I had it well covered
Or so it seems to me
But yet it leaked
Nay!
It burst...
...the past haunts...

A false fabric I clad
Deceit it...

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			Stock

Lines derail trains made from stern stock
    shunting worsted words in wagons to and fro
cabins depleted by looters piled on dock
    signals distressed faces not any more  

	forefathers...

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LESS FORTUNATE ALLOW YOURSELF 


Sometimes we speak the tree;
Sometimes lies enter we accept the choice;
Sometimes those hidden things;
Prevent us from happiness; 
So I recommend;
instead of being conservative;
Rejoice in, the present of the Master;
Of His Son...

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Words are good as fairy tale!
They can never be for sale.
A depiction of real knowledge,
Key for a sweetest prestige

Steal it but you cannot!
Stains of plagiarism is so much of blot
Buy it for dollars with two...

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