History Poets Poems

“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background...

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This is a poem about the University city of Cambridge in the UK , although I have only been there a few times , I...

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Sometimes I wonder…
As I read the past poets, great writers,
With offerings of words
Who will ever be, so sweet - they shall not fade.

But, then I...

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The Raven perched upon the door,
Its eyes, like jewels, shone bright.
The bird spoke words that made me sore,
And filled my heart with fright.

But then I...

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Jesus wrote no poetry but
Jesus inspired thousands of poets
Jesus composed no music but
Jesus inspired thousands of musicians

Socrates taught for forty years
Plato taught for fifty years
Aristotle...

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11/2/2023

* Angel Falls! Is a fictitious name for a city.
  It has nothing to do with angels. *


Do you ever truly wonder who you...

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Your love is scary
No one has ever cared for me as much as you do
Your love is too extreme 
It is getting me worried 
How...

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Oh, Africa , the roots of all the races,  
The truth is buried and lies shine all over.
Oh! Africa, strong old house filling young  women...

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Many people continue to sing about some world states captured by some powerful business people, and 
leaders of World… 

“State capture ruling system is not...

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My mind is laid bare its components 
& functions are under your razor's gaze

To compare…

My aged bones are yours to dig into…
My past, like my...

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Burning sun over lands
Solar pun with dancing strands
Across the lands, memoirs of time
History of lands, sands of time
Men of history, written in rhymes
Like poets in...

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There in the corner of the living room 
on a loveseat meant for two 
now only resides one
there he sits, by a warm fireplace
its occupant...

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this place... Weymouth - a small tranquil village! 
How far is my Stratford from here? 
my Stratford-on-Avon! 
The Shangri-la of a dramatist's imagination!

Assuming, I had a very very...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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thin sandwiches 
we make thin sandwiches in thin times 
we don’t have much but the rust of the engine 
and the dust of an old...

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