Pamphlets Poems - Poems about Pamphlets

...I was born in a banana republic, Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique, In an open-air dumpster, Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance. I am perfumed with all the n......

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...DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here there everywhere nowhere ......

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...In Summer In summer, Jerry cans yearn to host toffee apple parties, man holes trick lost drivers, urine people wear funny hats about, pine cones get spat on by urchins, flags go into a ......

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...Broom The involvement of the outside sweeping broom in the sequence of poetry pamphlets organising into piles based on themes extends the period or condition of Kookaburra life. ......

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...There are visions roving inside my head of a time and place where perhaps I once lived. But how do I know of those worldly things if I no longer exist? I must question if I ever did. I am off k......

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...These days, the most sought out advanced degree In Extreme Higher Education is in Plagiarism. A student can also minor in Overt Racism, Sexism, Misogyny, Stupidity, and Bigotry. Help wanted signs......

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...It’s cold as I’m waiting. Then it’s numb. Nothing is painful in here. It’s just… As I’m in the waiting room. I’m bored as I stare at smiling magazines. Then at the pamphlets that will never hel......

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...Sykehus  The old hospital in the town center  stark and unpainted Dotted about in the near vicinity  Funeral homes look like pearls  around an elderly lady's neck   at every election cycle th......

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...it’s the little things like tim tams. having gotten my attention, the box hops into my shopping cart, but not before I cartwheel and squeal, certain that one of the poets has nurtured my senses ......

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...(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives) I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday). I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if......

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...Where is humanity? as Congolese players, stuffs and fanatics were about to sing their national anthem at Afcon tournament, they put their right hands on their mouths to express the silenc......

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...It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold civil rights riots plagued my little brown mind sir......

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..."Cruel birds—ravens—but wise. And creatures should be loved for their wisdom if they cannot be loved for kindness." - Hannah Kent My lover's demons are like ravenous ravens. Her love is a hand......

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... When the glacial sun slips in softened womb of the scarlet spheres at dusk, yearning for hibernal rebirth as a lustrous morning star, it radiates golden beams like lakes......

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...I’M LIKE AN INSTANT POT I’m like an Instant Pot. We’re both big and bold. Heavier than we should be Fussier than we need be Neither of us should ever Sit on the kitchen counter When not ......

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