Short 1994 Poems

If all Philosophy
  is a footnote to Plato

Then all Rock & Roll
  —is but a tribute to the Blues

(Chicago Illinois: August, 1994)...

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Silent Moon
Transient light 
Vestiges of sky 
Burning night.

     W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1994.

        25th September 2018....

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From the Kiowa to the Cree,
 people sing and dance

Prairies ringed with fire
—a ghost returns at last

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: September, 1994)...

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Taken
on his way home
after a late meeting
He drove too fast and fell asleep
No more



Dedicated to Gordon Obree
Light of my sister's eye
Who lost his life rushing from London to Scotland
to be with his family for Christmas 1994...

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Apple brought culture,
delightful extravaganza.
Fab group
harvest idiomatic jive.
Knockers, louts
many neutrals,
organized parasites, quietly rebel,
submit to uncompromising venom
when expediency yielded zealousness!

© Harry J Horsman  1994...

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We cannot eat lies
or feast on empty promises

No more than the bison,
starving in the desert sand

We cannot clothe our children
as we run from the Wasichus

Our teepees torn and freezing
amidst the winter snows

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: Late September, 1994)...

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(in memory of "Black") 


Another soul has left this lonely place, 
A place without end, 
A time that will not stand still, 
With one shot 
She left this world as an unknown 
Just another number, 
Jotted down in the book of time 
And thus gone in the black of night. 

(c) 1994, 2004...

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getting drunk
drinking her
fermented sweat

mixed with
a bouquet
of musk with

an aftertaste
unrelated
to anything ever

to touch
my palette
sweet but dry

she's full bodied
with a bite
of cinnamon spice

she goes down
smoothly aged
to perfection

a vintage
Colombian
1994...

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Tranquil is the flower
that sits on the hill,
calm, peaceful -still

Doing its duty,
Endowing its beauty,
Gracing the land,
Affection at hand

No end to
its power,
Eternal,
the flower

A marvel
to view,
The Flower is you.....

(To be continued in “Me Without You”)

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994...

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Expectation
Is a wasted exercise.
Attempting to surmise
The content of a situation
Leads to misconceptions:
A woman cries,
A source of pride,
The setting of the sun;
Exchange it for another one
And stand aside.
Don't squander time
With speculations.






Copyright © 1994-2018 by Benjamin Toney.  All rights reserved....

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.....Beyond that hill
not far away,
a barren land
filled with gray

A place where storms
command the skies,
A place where zealous
vultures fly

A place untouched
by the flower’s love,
So savagely damaged
by the rain from above

This land is me
when I’m sad and blue,
The land with no flower,
Me without You

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994...

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My papaw died twenty-five years ago today.
It's been a quarter of a century since he passed away.
When he took a new medication, he became sick.
When Papaw took it, he turned out to be allergic.
If it hadn't been for Papaw, I wouldn't exist.
He died a long time ago and he's still missed.

(Dedicated to Burley Johnson who died on August 3, 1994.)...

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1994,
the inauguration
of our new nation.
Blacks' dedication
against violation.
The Black collaboration
for our liberation
against exploitation,
like Israel's salvation.
A freedom's invitation
from oppression
to secure black population.
Our vetarans, our inspiration.
Freedom, the celebration
of our destination
from generation
to generation.

Drencho POET Loads...

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Reckless abandon to feel desire
Carelessly fanning lonely fires.
Flames leap to warm the soul
A moment captured
And a yawning hole closes.

A vacancy filled for but a brief moment.
A tenderness felt within a comforting arm.
Strangers embrace: instinct takes over
Souls ignite ~
~ Where’s the harm?

Instant gratification:
Adverse denial.









(approx. 1994)...

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An imaged stone
With hidden flaws
Hairline cracks
O crackerjack
Dimly lit monument
In its place
Ceraceously covered
Comfortable til proved
Masked til moved
Into the sunlight
In the round
Tried by fire
The heat of day
Melts away
The priceless statue
Subjectively devoid
Alone freestanding
To weather rains
Fears and pains
Exposing imperfections

Inspired by John Hagee 1994...

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Steam 
White ribbons ascending upward
becoming breath of blue sky 

Steam 
Shadows of angels shooting arrows
into the proprietary of daily peril

Steam
Silhouettes of song swirling 
the moat around everyone's heart 

Steam
The areola twist and turn through 
April's morning rain evaporation 

Steam
The lattice of earth's encompass
and collecting the goodness of all

May 23 1994...

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Refinery

For every truth I’ve sought, and found
I then discerned more lies around;
For every grace I got from God,
Received a scourging with His rod.
For love, and friends, and company,
Night vigils, fasts, and agony.
For coming closer to the Light,
My sins exposed upon the height;
Once mere clay, and sod, and mold,
Now glitter precious flecks of gold.

                          JVB   Orlando, FL 1994...

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Natalie was fifteen when she started playing judo, 
At her home club in Crawley of Kin Ryu Judo Club, 
When she trained twice weekly against able-bodied, 
She was coached by Lisa Harrison in category 70kg.

She’s a 1st dan grade, a very high Japanese rank
Of black belt, and she was born on 27th June 1994;
She won the junior Worlds in Egar, Hungary, a gold, 
Gold in the Internationals 2015, bronze in the open....

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THERE is a lake somewhere
'midst pollution, coots & comorants thrive
Jewel in our overflowing sewage 
Creation endures Curse of (ANC, Adam &) Eve

NoTE:
ANC is the ruling party & government majority in South Africa since the elections of 1994. With hardly a basic maintenance program anywhere, every hospital, school, office, utilities, and national treasure left THE ANC by its predecessor (NP, nationalist party) is an eyesore, tragedy, or will soon be)....

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When children are taught never to forget
conflicts’ lessons, to love all humans,
to honor those through history
who, selfless, wrought liberty. . .
Then will spangled dreams for
our peace be fulfilled
as God imparts 
tomorrow’s 
grace on
all.

For Brahm Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis Of Thee Poetry Contest
Note: The Etheree form was created by Etheree Taylor Armstrong (Feb. 12, 1918-March 14, 1994). She was born in Arkansas, USA and is known for using this form a lot....

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October is a tragedy
Written by the ghosts of summertime,
Discharging promises and platitudes
Like an old man seated on a rocking chair;
Reciting them time and again,
Building false hope
Like a child
Building a house with playing cards.
Ferocious wind, a gentle thump,
They crumble;
Returning to a predetermined purpose,
Bound by a preexisting oath.






Copyright © 1994-2018 by Benjamin Toney.  All rights reserved.
Published 2016 in "Up In Smoke" via wattpad.com...

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The only child
but favorite
of two ‘outlaws’
mare and stud

He bucked each
gelded moment
on their wild ride
of love

Until that day
he up and left
their branding iron
of pain

To wander high
and lonesome
mongst the free  
and tumbling sage

In search of one
last bronc to mount 
that one last 
horn to make

And spur the wreckage
of his youth 
as Angels
— pull the Gate


(Pendleton Round-Up: June, 1993
Elko Nevada: Cowboy Poetry Reading: January, 1994)


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