Humanity Old Poems

  
              Czeslawa Kwoka       ...

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OLD MIDDAY SUN

Blatant heat smothers from 
The lengthening day, and, fear-
Shaking in tattered rags, 
They linger in listless agony.

An old midday sun has risen up,
Showering...

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I see the loneliness
In their eyes
The disconnect
With their old wife's
That make a play
Of lost love
To fool
Other eyes
I sit
On the end of there beds
Steer the conversation
To...

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So strange this land, old and yet young.
Where is this place of tall green trees,
and grey-haired men in unknown tongue?
they must have traveled summer's breeze.

Adobe...

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Walk of shame 
Parades past my house everyday
Ebony girl 
Laptop pinned under her arm
Walking with purpose
White halter, black shorts
And flip flops
Pass her on my way...

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Here & there, everywhere 
lie pieces & parts of me
I exist only in the moments between what is and will be…

Taking a ride to the...

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I am old Humanity 
I am old Humanity
 I do not know anything
 but twice I come from
 a heaven a far-off in my
my truth...

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To hunt with a full stomach
To bite into the neck of the smaller
Without hunger
Fangs clamped to the back of her neck

Her face
Devoured crumpled paper
Spit up
Re-smoothed...

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The Past

Our world is beautiful. 
It is old, and it is young. 
The difference between... 
immortality and humanity. 

Giants of enormous size, and strength,
titans mentioned,...

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I watched her lift her leg and fart
and said that must be age and heart
But wondered why she needed help
when all that gas was power...

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The ground is hard 
from last night's snow
all creation has frozen, 
slick ice from a day of infernal sun

Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx...

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What will this New Year bring?
Will we be able to laugh and sing
Instead of looking sad?
Will we see an improvement?
Good reigning over bad.
What can we...

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Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage 
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer 
arrows aimed at...

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 ...a bitter time

WINTER OF MISERY
It clings to all...
Freezing our bones.
Chilling our passion...
Land's are lost in this winters Blizzard...
A cold season of bitter fruits.
A life...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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