Time Wall Poems

III
the world fades from my fingertips
like blood oozing from an open wound
the sky is ripped apart and full of thunder
and my eyes are twisted in...

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When I was growing up
I was so struck by the beauties
I Saw on TV and in magazines
I became obsessed with thinking about them
One day I'll...

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Nights are still long,
sleeping for moments,
awake most of the time.

There is a wall and a sword,
I'm in between.
A nightmare, a dark cloud passing by.
A bad...

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Let me hear that applause though I've done little to warrant it
Time is a poor curative for what's fundamentally broken
Brain's full pal, sorry, you've gotta...

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I'm a brick and oh so lonely,
sitting here a hundred years.
Dry as dirt...oh if only
I could shed a single tear.
Here's my story, forty stories,
up way...

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The other day my friend asked me,
“What is life? Is it the days we live or the dreams we dream?”
Don’t know how I did that,...

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The tick, tick, tick, of the clock on the wall
is a reminder of the passing of time to us all
and with each tick, it seems...

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Over the brick wall,
Secrets hiding from us all,
Time to take a toll....

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I hide behind the walls that I built 
Made from failure and pride 
And sorrow 
And guilt 

Just leave your name and number 
On the...

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17)   President Joe Biden's Wokism agenda:  The Critical Race Theory, CRT,
        The 1619 Project, Black...

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Poetic Art Review ~ I call P.A.R.

    HANDsomely hung, a stunning frame
 surrounds my vision from my minds ~ eye
contact with an...

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they don't want dramatic parents anymore
sentimental
they got bored of them
they are sick of exaltation
they don't want the vehemence of which
the parents hung on
convinced that it...

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The time was 10:35
On the clock,
I cannot sleep,
I cannot walk

I just lay here
Writing this piece,
Not living,
But silently existing

I am confused about
My reality,
Why can’t I sleep?
Running...

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The Atemporal Wall

Hidden away from the light of day
In cubbyholes and basement flats;
Are they who play computer games,
And stuff their faces with chocolates.

Here is where...

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The painting on the wall
Tells a story so grand
Of a black poet strong and tall
With a quill in his hand

He stands with pride and grace
In...

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