Simile Prose Poems

THE WAKE WITHOUT VIGIL
           

Time longer than rope
Chokes hearts dangling
In the reality of struggle:-

Grieving mothers...

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TO BEING IN ASSURANCE OF SELF***

In your life’s sojourn,
Step off in undying faith;
Hope leading you on:-

Fear not death’s shadows,
Let grace light up your pathway;
Reflecting the...

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UMOJA
(A Kwanza Triad)

Love's the greatest gift;
It's the harvest of Christ;
Nourishing oneness:-

Like fruits and their seeds,
Let us be in life's onement;
Ripening in oneness:-

In love's unity,
Let's live...

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TO AND IN THE NATURE OF AWARENESS GRACE


A fall morning drive presents an interesting ride.
Looking out into he roadside forest palisade,
Eyes fall upon two age-old...

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Poet Identity

In conversations,
In biographies,
In resumes…all poets are writers,
    but not all writers are poets.
On a careful look into the mirror, when not...

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As the sun continues to set and rise,
 As the moon continues to wane and wax,
Here I am, continuing like a roaring wave
On the wrinkling...

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You can’t stop the sun from rising
nor the waxing and waning of the moon;
nor can you stop the stars from blinking.

You can’t stop lightning from...

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In the chilling waning Fall-waxing-Winter
evening,
I cautiously step out into graveyard-like
silence—
The earlier day and coming night seems
deceiving:-
A lone soaring avian appears to own the sky’s
 parlance.

Would...

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Sitting here watching the game
You suddenly realize it’s just that—
A game going from goal to goal;
Win or lose, you get to go again.

However, the awareness...

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The silent echoes are like quiet winds;
          you can feel them but 
you can’t hear them....

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Caught here in a pandemic
	state of suspended animation
	we gradually move towards
	comprehension of the old axiom,
	between a rock and a hard place
	as we hang here held...

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miasmic,


alighting the foul bourgeois powers that be


bounce like carrion crows


on the prone corpse 


of the bled world....

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the unconscious a source of images&action  in disguise& gesture with slips of tongue interpreted with simile& metaphor of  libidinal desire listening to the...

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An Answer for Larry concerning my song:

My life is many songs my life is a church hymnal my life is “Sing A Simple Song”, My...

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Our America is not a world stage,
And we the black oppressed
Are not mere players; rather, our story here
Is a bloody reality—a bloody reality of our...

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