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"bahamas" poems

over the past weeks a gentle autumn sun has painted colored leaves upon the ground and thinned the bright abundance of the wooded ranges most of the harvest is securely stored by now or sold at morning markets by weathered men and women in country garbs vintners are busy with their lots fermenting grapes and entertaining those who see their visit as pleasant pastime and escape from daily urban chores hunters and lumbermen are waking up to shoot and mark schools by this time have settled into the new year teachers are happy still to share the knowledge of our world with students still inclined to listen businessmen remembering their vacations on the Bahamas or in Saint Tropez step sprightly into offices womanned by secretaries dreaming secretly of beautiful Mallorca summers and of those never-ending nights on the Algarve I guess it is a human thing to find a new beginning and do best when nature’s breath goes easy to collect the strength for yet another fruitful year or were it better that we also took a rest? * * *

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC

autumn (reposted)

over the past weeks a gentle autumn sun has painted colored leaves upon the ground and thinned the bright abundance of the wooded ranges most of the harvest is securely stored by now or sold at morning markets by weathered men and women in country garbs vintners are busy with their lots fermenting grapes and entertaining those who see their visit as pleasant pastime and escape from daily urban chores hunters and lumbermen are waking up to shoot and mark schools by this time have settled into the new year teachers are happy still to share the knowledge of our world with students still inclined to listen businessmen remembering their vacations on the Bahamas or in Saint Tropez step sprightly into offices womanned by secretaries dreaming secretly of beautiful Mallorca summers and of those never-ending nights on the Algarve I guess it is a human thing to find a new beginning and do best when nature’s breath goes easy to collect the strength for yet another fruitful year or were it better that we also took a rest? * * *

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Iguana of diamonds, Sand sea and sun, Little children in sight, Attractions of light, Natives of love, Decorative cities, what night. Island’s of the Bahamas beauty as can be, What more fun than playing with dolphins in the sea. Creative costumes, dancers so bright, The music dramatized, Feel the rush it’s a site. Nothing more beautiful than the island themselves, Well except the people willing to give help. Pineapples, peas and rice, pink sand, flamingoes, and some conch salad, Not forgetting the “KALIK,” cause’ “IT’S A BAHAMIAN TING”. Blue, Black and Aquamarine, was just described to you, All in the Islands Love. Come and enjoy the exciting experience too! My Bahama Land! ©

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Nov 4, 2010

Nov 4, 2010 at 7:33 AM UTC

Iguana of diamonds, Sand sea and sun, Little children in sight, Attractions of light, Natives of love, Decorative cities, what night. Island’s of the Bahamas beauty as can be, What more fun than playing with dolphins in the sea. Creative costumes, dancers so bright, The music dramatized, Feel the rush it’s a site. Nothing more beautiful than the island themselves, Well except the people willing to give help. Pineapples, peas and rice, pink sand, flamingoes, and some conch salad, Not forgetting the “KALIK,” cause’ “IT’S A BAHAMIAN TING”. Blue, Black and Aquamarine, was just described to you, All in the Islands Love. Come and enjoy the exciting experience too! My Bahama Land! ©

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dear stereotypical people, you make me sick. i mean, who are you to tell me what i can and can't do because i don't have a **** why do you think that this is a rap? is it because i'm black? because i live on an island, i must be wild and uncouth? and whenever i speak my mind, i'm another rebellious youth? dear stereotypical people, you see my glasses and call me a nerd? and make fun of me because I know of words you've never heard? oh i'm sorry, that i took my education seriously. and i swear if another person says 'girl you're so tall, you have to play ball.' i'm gonna run head first into a gaddamn wall. dear stereotypical people, why do you trust the white man in a suit but not the black man in the hoodie? is it because he looks cleans and exudes goodie goodie? dear stereotypical people, please mind your business which i'm pretty sure doesn't include how that teenage mom and her child are living. dear stereotypical people, why do women that are open about *** make you wanna run away? i mean, i'm pretty sure it shouldn't matter what she does with her body unless she's your wife my God, why can't y'all let people live their lives? dear straight men that lust over gay women, NO WE DONT WANT TO ********* WITH YOU **** it, we like the same thing you do! dear people of the world, yes I live in the Bahamas no I do not live in a hut, eat coconuts and go on the beach every day. dear stereotypical people, i promise i don't hate you i do hate how you look down upon people that live differently from you, that see differently from you, that think differently from you. i would hope that you know that this world does not revolve around you, no one will stop being who they are because of you. don't get me wrong, some people hurt because of what you do. just think about how you would feel if it were you. my prayer is only that you think before you say. and maybe one day, you'll all see the error in your ways.

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Apr 27, 2016

Apr 27, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC

dear stereotypical people

dear stereotypical people, you make me sick. i mean, who are you to tell me what i can and can't do because i don't have a **** why do you think that this is a rap? is it because i'm black? because i live on an island, i must be wild and uncouth? and whenever i speak my mind, i'm another rebellious youth? dear stereotypical people, you see my glasses and call me a nerd? and make fun of me because I know of words you've never heard? oh i'm sorry, that i took my education seriously. and i swear if another person says 'girl you're so tall, you have to play ball.' i'm gonna run head first into a gaddamn wall. dear stereotypical people, why do you trust the white man in a suit but not the black man in the hoodie? is it because he looks cleans and exudes goodie goodie? dear stereotypical people, please mind your business which i'm pretty sure doesn't include how that teenage mom and her child are living. dear stereotypical people, why do women that are open about *** make you wanna run away? i mean, i'm pretty sure it shouldn't matter what she does with her body unless she's your wife my God, why can't y'all let people live their lives? dear straight men that lust over gay women, NO WE DONT WANT TO ********* WITH YOU **** it, we like the same thing you do! dear people of the world, yes I live in the Bahamas no I do not live in a hut, eat coconuts and go on the beach every day. dear stereotypical people, i promise i don't hate you i do hate how you look down upon people that live differently from you, that see differently from you, that think differently from you. i would hope that you know that this world does not revolve around you, no one will stop being who they are because of you. don't get me wrong, some people hurt because of what you do. just think about how you would feel if it were you. my prayer is only that you think before you say. and maybe one day, you'll all see the error in your ways.

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My wife's been whining for some time now Wanting me to take her on a cruise Now we've been married for twenty-five years So she wasn't gonna let me refuse So we packed up our bags and off we went Kinda like a second honeymoon I said, "Fix us some sandwiches to eat on the way" Then I told her we'd be there soon She said, "Where are we going Hawaii or Bahamas?" I said, "This place is better than that" We stopped at a place that said, "Paddle Boats Here" I said, "We're here, now don't forget your hat" Well, now needless to say, I did something wrong 'Cause my wife started throwing such a fit We went around circles for at least twenty minutes 'Cause everytime I'd paddle, she'd quit Now I wasn't gonna pay for no life perservers My bicycle tubes worked fine My wife had that tube wrapped around her neck And both of her hands around mine Well, to make a long story short, she'll never forget That time I took her on a cruise And everytime I even try to forget it I remember that horrible bruise

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Dec 2, 2012

Dec 2, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC

My wife's been whining for some time now Wanting me to take her on a cruise Now we've been married for twenty-five years So she wasn't gonna let me refuse So we packed up our bags and off we went Kinda like a second honeymoon I said, "Fix us some sandwiches to eat on the way" Then I told her we'd be there soon She said, "Where are we going Hawaii or Bahamas?" I said, "This place is better than that" We stopped at a place that said, "Paddle Boats Here" I said, "We're here, now don't forget your hat" Well, now needless to say, I did something wrong 'Cause my wife started throwing such a fit We went around circles for at least twenty minutes 'Cause everytime I'd paddle, she'd quit Now I wasn't gonna pay for no life perservers My bicycle tubes worked fine My wife had that tube wrapped around her neck And both of her hands around mine Well, to make a long story short, she'll never forget That time I took her on a cruise And everytime I even try to forget it I remember that horrible bruise

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i disavow my allegiance to the flag, & to the Commonwealth of the Bahamas. for we are not one people, we are not united, we do not live in love, & we are unfortunately serviced. what does the future hold for my Bahama land? with our resources not being utilized for the betterment of our people... but being sold to non-Bahama land. no profits being aimed to, or sources being owned by our Bahama man. as i lift my head to the rising of the sun in this Bahama land, i see no hope for the future, no hope in my Bahama land. no one to speak up, the youth are out of luck. the elders show no interest, we are doomed. still, we march on to the glory.. but what bright banners do we have to wave high? the means of the leaders are of no significance, & i can no longer bear the pain that i witness. how will we excel if we do not love, & unite? going forward, will we stand together for a common, loftier goal? as i lift up my head to the rising sun in my Bahama land; i see anguish, i see fear & leaders with no care. all the things i see are broad. ...but may the road that my people trod lead us to our God, that will help us on this march to save our Bahama land.

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC

my Bahama land.

i disavow my allegiance to the flag, & to the Commonwealth of the Bahamas. for we are not one people, we are not united, we do not live in love, & we are unfortunately serviced. what does the future hold for my Bahama land? with our resources not being utilized for the betterment of our people... but being sold to non-Bahama land. no profits being aimed to, or sources being owned by our Bahama man. as i lift my head to the rising of the sun in this Bahama land, i see no hope for the future, no hope in my Bahama land. no one to speak up, the youth are out of luck. the elders show no interest, we are doomed. still, we march on to the glory.. but what bright banners do we have to wave high? the means of the leaders are of no significance, & i can no longer bear the pain that i witness. how will we excel if we do not love, & unite? going forward, will we stand together for a common, loftier goal? as i lift up my head to the rising sun in my Bahama land; i see anguish, i see fear & leaders with no care. all the things i see are broad. ...but may the road that my people trod lead us to our God, that will help us on this march to save our Bahama land.

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Do I write to cure my mind of the things unseen, By any other human being, To regain strength from the pain? That solemnly remains, In my heart relentlessly stopping me, From pleasures that are gained? Am I the one that’s standing alone in the rain? Or am I myself the rain? Is it me that is untamed, Causing bad weather that strikes the pulmonary vein? Though my thoughts I try to contain. Am I like hurricane Katrina? Yet not wanting to cause harm to New Orleans. So can I relate myself to hurricane Jane? Who quickly passes over the Bahamas, Not causing too much disaster, But after Francis what else is there to be seen? Did I change everything, Because it looks like everything’s the same. Even without me there will be someone with my name. Just not my fingerprints though, they would have never came. So really is the world the same without me, Or would it have a different frame? ©

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Feb 4, 2010

Feb 4, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC

Is the world the same?

Do I write to cure my mind of the things unseen, By any other human being, To regain strength from the pain? That solemnly remains, In my heart relentlessly stopping me, From pleasures that are gained? Am I the one that’s standing alone in the rain? Or am I myself the rain? Is it me that is untamed, Causing bad weather that strikes the pulmonary vein? Though my thoughts I try to contain. Am I like hurricane Katrina? Yet not wanting to cause harm to New Orleans. So can I relate myself to hurricane Jane? Who quickly passes over the Bahamas, Not causing too much disaster, But after Francis what else is there to be seen? Did I change everything, Because it looks like everything’s the same. Even without me there will be someone with my name. Just not my fingerprints though, they would have never came. So really is the world the same without me, Or would it have a different frame? ©

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is there noon on this comparison, and where does the stabilising hour care to fathom the giant and dwarf shadows of original shapes? if there is no magnetism of the clock's hour, minute, second, then the only magnetism apparent in the encircling of digestion / decimalisation, is to say the north of a compass, the compass' north equivalence of a clock's misdirecting eternity: of space for a clock asserting a mingling reason: the compass found it's existential reason in the north, yet the clock found it's "north" without care for magnetism, it equated the north with space, and yet what was encapsulated with rotary qualities? for clock the perpetuation of tick tock in space / for the clock treated space as a one-dimensional abstract, with its three-temporal awareness, and yet the compass said north thrice, and on the fourth said Antarctica was loosened to be explored. i'm so tired - lifeless poetry, make words encoded; i'm so tired, so tiresome of other people with bellies filled and eyes in medium postponing, to compass the needle a gravity of servitude for the clock of 12 (north), 6 (south), and the disputed 9 (east) with 3 the (west), darting eyes in Bahamas for direction coarse yet coerced by a promise, thus the compass riddling a madness of constant stimulation with magnetism and the magnet cursor of orbit - wound three dimensions of time, space optional, space always optional, as ever time over-arching to be understood... where then the compass, where then the clock, if the compass led by vector of magnetism to an uncertain place, if the clock led by vector of missing magnetism to a certain place of eased: tick, tock, tick, tock... will that be equally given a wavering of east, west, east west.... north, south... what now?!

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Mar 14, 2016

Mar 14, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC

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compass and clock

is there noon on this comparison, and where does the stabilising hour care to fathom the giant and dwarf shadows of original shapes? if there is no magnetism of the clock's hour, minute, second, then the only magnetism apparent in the encircling of digestion / decimalisation, is to say the north of a compass, the compass' north equivalence of a clock's misdirecting eternity: of space for a clock asserting a mingling reason: the compass found it's existential reason in the north, yet the clock found it's "north" without care for magnetism, it equated the north with space, and yet what was encapsulated with rotary qualities? for clock the perpetuation of tick tock in space / for the clock treated space as a one-dimensional abstract, with its three-temporal awareness, and yet the compass said north thrice, and on the fourth said Antarctica was loosened to be explored. i'm so tired - lifeless poetry, make words encoded; i'm so tired, so tiresome of other people with bellies filled and eyes in medium postponing, to compass the needle a gravity of servitude for the clock of 12 (north), 6 (south), and the disputed 9 (east) with 3 the (west), darting eyes in Bahamas for direction coarse yet coerced by a promise, thus the compass riddling a madness of constant stimulation with magnetism and the magnet cursor of orbit - wound three dimensions of time, space optional, space always optional, as ever time over-arching to be understood... where then the compass, where then the clock, if the compass led by vector of magnetism to an uncertain place, if the clock led by vector of missing magnetism to a certain place of eased: tick, tock, tick, tock... will that be equally given a wavering of east, west, east west.... north, south... what now?!

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Dear salient Moon , how was twilight over Asia Across the bazaars of Istanbul , the mountains - of Pakistan , the midnight Sahara , the fishing - villages of Portugal Speak of the mighty Atlantic with crashing - waves , the Isle of Bermuda , the tranquil - Bahamas , the shores of Newfoundland , the hills of Scotland Sir Luna must be quite bored with Hill Country , I would surmise , after all he has witnessed on the good Earth tonight

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC

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Dear salient Moon , how was twilight over Asia Across the bazaars of Istanbul , the mountains - of Pakistan , the midnight Sahara , the fishing - villages of Portugal Speak of the mighty Atlantic with crashing - waves , the Isle of Bermuda , the tranquil - Bahamas , the shores of Newfoundland , the hills of Scotland Sir Luna must be quite bored with Hill Country , I would surmise , after all he has witnessed on the good Earth tonight

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697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to— But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo— Colors—from Vera Cruz— Berries of the Bahamas—have I— But this little Blaze Flickering to itself—in the Meadow— Suits Me—more than those— Never a Fellow matched this Topaz— And his Emerald Swing— Dower itself—for Bobadilo— Better—Could I bring?

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I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a mind to— But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo— Colors—from Vera Cruz— Berries of the Bahamas—have I— But this little Blaze Flickering to itself—in the Meadow— Suits Me—more than those— Never a Fellow matched this Topaz— And his Emerald Swing— Dower itself—for Bobadilo— Better—Could I bring?

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God is good & God is great He hates queers that levitate Momma said that God is dead & I can touch a thousand men We're not hippies, we're just dumb We do drugs. We Have fun (No Brains!) Obama, I wanna go-bama I know you know I wanna go-bama to a sauna in the Bahamas, bring iguanas Obama, I think I think you know-bama I wanna go, I wanna wear pajamas in Bahama mama sticky saunas (No Brains!) I don't know how to think The clock goes " tick tick tick tick" Gotta speak quick, gotta think big Gotta beat kids with a big stick God told me I wrote the bible Jesus had a black disciple Jesus got behind the wheel He'll make Obama great again He'll make it rain and bring the pain He'll make it make it make it (No Brains!) Jesus cured all my diseases He taught me what cottage cheese is Analingus teachers taught the preachers how to feed us eat a fetus Jesus teaches (No Abortion!) but I don't really think that it's that important but if you really think that its that important there's pre-abortional baptism America runs on fascism American chicks like circumcision not activism if it lacks vision then police could release the crack in the ghetto snacks in the ghetto shacks In the fellow stacks, it'll make a better tax return I'm like, (No Brains!) It's metal, baby Obama, I wanna go-bama I think I think, you wanna know-bama, I wanna go-bama I think I think, you wanna know It's metal, baby Don't touch me, I'm beautiful Touch me touch me, I will sue Don't touch me, I have a crush Watch me crush, watch me **** Armageddon veterans take armadillo medicine I eat you like venison Watch me crush, watch me ****

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC

God is good & God is great He hates queers that levitate Momma said that God is dead & I can touch a thousand men We're not hippies, we're just dumb We do drugs. We Have fun (No Brains!) Obama, I wanna go-bama I know you know I wanna go-bama to a sauna in the Bahamas, bring iguanas Obama, I think I think you know-bama I wanna go, I wanna wear pajamas in Bahama mama sticky saunas (No Brains!) I don't know how to think The clock goes " tick tick tick tick" Gotta speak quick, gotta think big Gotta beat kids with a big stick God told me I wrote the bible Jesus had a black disciple Jesus got behind the wheel He'll make Obama great again He'll make it rain and bring the pain He'll make it make it make it (No Brains!) Jesus cured all my diseases He taught me what cottage cheese is Analingus teachers taught the preachers how to feed us eat a fetus Jesus teaches (No Abortion!) but I don't really think that it's that important but if you really think that its that important there's pre-abortional baptism America runs on fascism American chicks like circumcision not activism if it lacks vision then police could release the crack in the ghetto snacks in the ghetto shacks In the fellow stacks, it'll make a better tax return I'm like, (No Brains!) It's metal, baby Obama, I wanna go-bama I think I think, you wanna know-bama, I wanna go-bama I think I think, you wanna know It's metal, baby Don't touch me, I'm beautiful Touch me touch me, I will sue Don't touch me, I have a crush Watch me crush, watch me **** Armageddon veterans take armadillo medicine I eat you like venison Watch me crush, watch me ****

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she weaved a tapestry of notions for me on the lower level of grand central station it had rained that night my jacket retained its damp warmth of summer storm we ran down the long ramp past the times square express to that bench where she sits tonight weaving dreams and avidly talking to friends by the track where we used to catch the train to that sleepy little town with the apple orchard and blueberry farm near hartford we had wandered all night along the wet humid streets and talked about everything under the sun and a few things over it too just holding hands and walking laughing and whispering i was a young man you were a young woman we had the world at our feet we were everything to eachother under the sun and a few things over it as well tonight she weaves a tapestry of notions for me in the lower level of grand central while i rock my childs crib in the bahamas she talks to her friends who allways are sitting just there tho they have all long since gone her imagination they are allways there the notion is that no matter where you go you will allways be loved

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Jun 24, 2013

Jun 24, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC

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she weaved a tapestry of notions for me on the lower level of grand central station it had rained that night my jacket retained its damp warmth of summer storm we ran down the long ramp past the times square express to that bench where she sits tonight weaving dreams and avidly talking to friends by the track where we used to catch the train to that sleepy little town with the apple orchard and blueberry farm near hartford we had wandered all night along the wet humid streets and talked about everything under the sun and a few things over it too just holding hands and walking laughing and whispering i was a young man you were a young woman we had the world at our feet we were everything to eachother under the sun and a few things over it as well tonight she weaves a tapestry of notions for me in the lower level of grand central while i rock my childs crib in the bahamas she talks to her friends who allways are sitting just there tho they have all long since gone her imagination they are allways there the notion is that no matter where you go you will allways be loved

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Solitude is when I honestly enjoy My company, and feel the joy. Those are the times When I realize How beautiful my life is Cause I can do so many things. It's when my heart begins to sing, My hand - to draw, my mind - to think. It's when I stay away from drama As if I'm on vacation, on Bahamas

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Oct 23, 2021

Oct 23, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC

Solitude is when I honestly enjoy My company, and feel the joy. Those are the times When I realize How beautiful my life is Cause I can do so many things. It's when my heart begins to sing, My hand - to draw, my mind - to think. It's when I stay away from drama As if I'm on vacation, on Bahamas

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I ought to take the time to analyze my mental state I really ought to try to calm myself down But apathy that shields an underlying caring Is the perfect combination for disaster I ought to take the time to make a few more friends I'm told they really are the most desired objects I fancy that at times I'm surrounded by the possibility Of people who might be my friends if I gave them the chance I'm mocked and laughed at and I take it with a smile But when I'm low and lonely I loathe it terribly And I lock away the faces of the nasty little brats Who will feel the wrath of my self-torment

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Aug 26, 2013

Aug 26, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC

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I ought to take the time to analyze my mental state I really ought to try to calm myself down But apathy that shields an underlying caring Is the perfect combination for disaster I ought to take the time to make a few more friends I'm told they really are the most desired objects I fancy that at times I'm surrounded by the possibility Of people who might be my friends if I gave them the chance I'm mocked and laughed at and I take it with a smile But when I'm low and lonely I loathe it terribly And I lock away the faces of the nasty little brats Who will feel the wrath of my self-torment

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quietly over the past week a gentle autumn sun has painted colored leaves upon the ground and thinned the bright abundance of the wooded ranges most of the harvest is securely stored by now or sold at morning markets by weathered men and women in their country garbs vintners are busy with their lots fermenting grapes and entertaining those who see their visit as pleasant pastime and escape from daily urban chores hunters and lumbermen are waking up to shoot and mark schools by this time have settled into the new year teachers are happy still to share the knowledge of our world with students still inclined to listen businessmen, remembering their vacations on the Bahamas or in Saint Tropez step sprightly into offices womanned by secretaries dreaming secretly of beautiful Mallorca summers and those never-ending nights at the Algarve I guess it is a human thing to find a new beginning at the time when nature’s breath goes easy to collect the strength for yet another fruitful year Or were it better that we also took a rest?

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC

quietly over the past week a gentle autumn sun has painted colored leaves upon the ground and thinned the bright abundance of the wooded ranges most of the harvest is securely stored by now or sold at morning markets by weathered men and women in their country garbs vintners are busy with their lots fermenting grapes and entertaining those who see their visit as pleasant pastime and escape from daily urban chores hunters and lumbermen are waking up to shoot and mark schools by this time have settled into the new year teachers are happy still to share the knowledge of our world with students still inclined to listen businessmen, remembering their vacations on the Bahamas or in Saint Tropez step sprightly into offices womanned by secretaries dreaming secretly of beautiful Mallorca summers and those never-ending nights at the Algarve I guess it is a human thing to find a new beginning at the time when nature’s breath goes easy to collect the strength for yet another fruitful year Or were it better that we also took a rest?

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Today, Hurricane Joaquin hammered the central bahamas with torrents that flooded foreclosed homes. The forecasters warned us of this. Same day, ten kids get assassinated by another one bringing torment to Oregon, no order found. The forecasters warned us of this. On that day, every monster forged a face as we all grieved, as is our nature, absorbing blows by no one's order. The forecasters warmed up to this.

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC

Today, Hurricane Joaquin hammered the central bahamas with torrents that flooded foreclosed homes. The forecasters warned us of this. Same day, ten kids get assassinated by another one bringing torment to Oregon, no order found. The forecasters warned us of this. On that day, every monster forged a face as we all grieved, as is our nature, absorbing blows by no one's order. The forecasters warmed up to this.

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Someday I’d like to visit Georgia Or maybe Florida Or maybe the Bahamas or Tahiti or Hawaii Just someplace that’s warm. Someday I’d like to visit Alabama Or Louisiana Or Arkansas or Georgia or Carolina Someplace where the boys speak with accents And the girls wear boots and plaid And farmland is everywhere Just someplace where people are kind. Someday I’d like to visit Texas Or Nevada Or Wyoming or Oklahoma or Kansas Someplace where the sun beats down hot And the men ride horses And the desert stretches for miles Just someplace where people aren’t. Someday I’d like to visit Austin Or Atlanta Or Hollywood or New Orleans or Nashville Someplace where men serenade the moon And women hum babies to sleep And fame resides everywhere Just someplace where music fills the air. Someday I’d like to visit Heaven Or maybe stay Yes, stay, forever and ever Someplace where families reunite And children get enough to eat And no one speaks an unkind word Just someplace where souls come together.

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May 18, 2014

May 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC

Someday I’d like to visit Georgia Or maybe Florida Or maybe the Bahamas or Tahiti or Hawaii Just someplace that’s warm. Someday I’d like to visit Alabama Or Louisiana Or Arkansas or Georgia or Carolina Someplace where the boys speak with accents And the girls wear boots and plaid And farmland is everywhere Just someplace where people are kind. Someday I’d like to visit Texas Or Nevada Or Wyoming or Oklahoma or Kansas Someplace where the sun beats down hot And the men ride horses And the desert stretches for miles Just someplace where people aren’t. Someday I’d like to visit Austin Or Atlanta Or Hollywood or New Orleans or Nashville Someplace where men serenade the moon And women hum babies to sleep And fame resides everywhere Just someplace where music fills the air. Someday I’d like to visit Heaven Or maybe stay Yes, stay, forever and ever Someplace where families reunite And children get enough to eat And no one speaks an unkind word Just someplace where souls come together.

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Have you ever seen the full moon at high noon? Close you eyes, come and dream with me. You are lying on your back, on a beach in the Bahamas. It is noon on the summer solstice, and the moon is full. Stare straight up at the sun, let the fierce light consume you. Now roll over, and look straight down. See through the earth, through the rock and fire, through the people or trees or mountains on the other side. Look onwards to see the full moon. Let the gentle glow soothe you. Open your eyes and wake up. You have just witnessed something that you will never see.

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Feb 25, 2015

Feb 25, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC

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Have you ever seen the full moon at high noon? Close you eyes, come and dream with me. You are lying on your back, on a beach in the Bahamas. It is noon on the summer solstice, and the moon is full. Stare straight up at the sun, let the fierce light consume you. Now roll over, and look straight down. See through the earth, through the rock and fire, through the people or trees or mountains on the other side. Look onwards to see the full moon. Let the gentle glow soothe you. Open your eyes and wake up. You have just witnessed something that you will never see.

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Things That Don't Typically Evoke Poetry #1 Poem 4/28/2014 Fruit smoothie. Never thought I'd see you featured in a movie. One drink of you gets my stomach feeling woozy. But you're juicy. Might even taste a bit better when I'm losing. My sense of taste. Because I snuck some ***** in. While near Bahamas cruising. With fruit smoothie.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 5:11 AM UTC

Things That Don't Typically Evoke Poetry #1

Things That Don't Typically Evoke Poetry #1 Poem 4/28/2014 Fruit smoothie. Never thought I'd see you featured in a movie. One drink of you gets my stomach feeling woozy. But you're juicy. Might even taste a bit better when I'm losing. My sense of taste. Because I snuck some ***** in. While near Bahamas cruising. With fruit smoothie.

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Home, sweet home they say, but not me. What's so sweet about home? A curfew? A naggy parent? An annoying sibling? Chores? No thanks. If I were Dorothy, my heels would click me to the Bahamas. Or PCB.

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC

Home, Where I Don't Belong

Home, sweet home they say, but not me. What's so sweet about home? A curfew? A naggy parent? An annoying sibling? Chores? No thanks. If I were Dorothy, my heels would click me to the Bahamas. Or PCB.

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Mama you’re the one, You’re the one to have some fun. Mama, it’s your day, Drink plenty of tequila and have it your way. Sit down and relax mama, Mi mama Americana. Mama do I cherish the days, Of pure bonding, bewilderment and circus Olay. The aroma of the chicken stir fry, Oh it enlightens my eyes. Mama you and your humor, Comes sooner and sooner. Mama lets throw a party and invite all, And not drive Howard up the wall. Mama this day is all about you, You have to own this day too. Mama you’re in complete control, Look out; mama’s on patrol! Mama I love you, And all the laundry and cleaning you do. Mama, you’re the best, So sit down and take a rest. Mama I’m jealous of you’re hair, And all the fancy clothes you wear. You inspire me, Mama’s as vivacious as can be! So I’ll let you have your drink, But remember to think…. Love you a ton mama’s, Now go and shimmy to the Bahamas’s!

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC

Mama you’re the one, You’re the one to have some fun. Mama, it’s your day, Drink plenty of tequila and have it your way. Sit down and relax mama, Mi mama Americana. Mama do I cherish the days, Of pure bonding, bewilderment and circus Olay. The aroma of the chicken stir fry, Oh it enlightens my eyes. Mama you and your humor, Comes sooner and sooner. Mama lets throw a party and invite all, And not drive Howard up the wall. Mama this day is all about you, You have to own this day too. Mama you’re in complete control, Look out; mama’s on patrol! Mama I love you, And all the laundry and cleaning you do. Mama, you’re the best, So sit down and take a rest. Mama I’m jealous of you’re hair, And all the fancy clothes you wear. You inspire me, Mama’s as vivacious as can be! So I’ll let you have your drink, But remember to think…. Love you a ton mama’s, Now go and shimmy to the Bahamas’s!

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By Arcassin Burnham You, Me, On a beach, To the Bahamas, Water up to our feet, You could enjoy a life like this, I could get use to a girl like you, Since you're famous and all, I wouldn't miss this, Beautiful just like waves, Rolling in just like the 80s, Smile and you wave, I swear you're amazing, Wishing that you could ever have my babies, The mostly lovely tendencies, I bless you every time, When you sneeze, I want the good lord to see what he made, To tell me that you were made for me, And I know, That you starred on the Cosby show, You hate that I love it, But I love you, I want you to know.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC

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By Arcassin Burnham You, Me, On a beach, To the Bahamas, Water up to our feet, You could enjoy a life like this, I could get use to a girl like you, Since you're famous and all, I wouldn't miss this, Beautiful just like waves, Rolling in just like the 80s, Smile and you wave, I swear you're amazing, Wishing that you could ever have my babies, The mostly lovely tendencies, I bless you every time, When you sneeze, I want the good lord to see what he made, To tell me that you were made for me, And I know, That you starred on the Cosby show, You hate that I love it, But I love you, I want you to know.

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Let’s go, you and I. And sweat beneath the African sky Watch the lions lazing And the wild dogs playing. We can sip Amarula And listen to the hyenas laugh and cry As the mythical sunset Silhouettes giraffes and Acacia trees. Let’s go, you and I And walk the streets of old town Barcelona. Find old timey cafe and luxuriate In sangria and itty bitty tapas Stroll by Sagrada and gawp At Gaudi’s home. Maybe we’ll stop for some ice cream Maybe we’ll just go back to the hotel Let’s go, you and I And swim the blue blue seas of the Bahamas Nervously Play with the nurse sharks Hoping they’re not the other sharks Take those long walks on those beaches That everyone likes. We’ll sit on Jankanoo and drink sky juice Until we can truly reach the heavens Let’s go, you and I And ski the Slopes of the Swiss alps We can stop at small cabins and drink heartwarming schnapps Take trains that slink around mountains And sprint through white capped forests We can put snow down the backs Of each others jackets and Squeal in furious delight. Let’s go, you and I. And squish our way through the streets of New York Relieved when we can pop into a shop To escape the crowds. Necks sore from looking up Small town people in the Big Apple City Central Park for pretzels and Snapple Times Square later, neon addiction sated. And a boat ride to see lady liberty Let’s go, you and I And bare our feet in Balinese temples Speak to the monks in broken English And then retire to our curtained gazebo To indulge in the sins they can’t We’ll get massages and champagne Then ride our bikes along pothole Ridden dirt roads. Let’s go, you and I And get Nuevo Chic in London’s west end We can catch a show in tux and evening gown Then head to the pub and catch a pint We can walk the trail, hunt Jack the Ripper And visit The Tower. Cross the Thames and maybe No definitely Another pint in some quaint little place. Let’s go, you and I And lie in bed late on lazy Sunday mornings I’ll poach the eggs and make the hollandaise You can put some upbeat daytime jazz on Then we can go sit in the garden Under the oak tree and read Each other poetry Until it’s much much later ...

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC

Let’s go, you and I. And sweat beneath the African sky Watch the lions lazing And the wild dogs playing. We can sip Amarula And listen to the hyenas laugh and cry As the mythical sunset Silhouettes giraffes and Acacia trees. Let’s go, you and I And walk the streets of old town Barcelona. Find old timey cafe and luxuriate In sangria and itty bitty tapas Stroll by Sagrada and gawp At Gaudi’s home. Maybe we’ll stop for some ice cream Maybe we’ll just go back to the hotel Let’s go, you and I And swim the blue blue seas of the Bahamas Nervously Play with the nurse sharks Hoping they’re not the other sharks Take those long walks on those beaches That everyone likes. We’ll sit on Jankanoo and drink sky juice Until we can truly reach the heavens Let’s go, you and I And ski the Slopes of the Swiss alps We can stop at small cabins and drink heartwarming schnapps Take trains that slink around mountains And sprint through white capped forests We can put snow down the backs Of each others jackets and Squeal in furious delight. Let’s go, you and I. And squish our way through the streets of New York Relieved when we can pop into a shop To escape the crowds. Necks sore from looking up Small town people in the Big Apple City Central Park for pretzels and Snapple Times Square later, neon addiction sated. And a boat ride to see lady liberty Let’s go, you and I And bare our feet in Balinese temples Speak to the monks in broken English And then retire to our curtained gazebo To indulge in the sins they can’t We’ll get massages and champagne Then ride our bikes along pothole Ridden dirt roads. Let’s go, you and I And get Nuevo Chic in London’s west end We can catch a show in tux and evening gown Then head to the pub and catch a pint We can walk the trail, hunt Jack the Ripper And visit The Tower. Cross the Thames and maybe No definitely Another pint in some quaint little place. Let’s go, you and I And lie in bed late on lazy Sunday mornings I’ll poach the eggs and make the hollandaise You can put some upbeat daytime jazz on Then we can go sit in the garden Under the oak tree and read Each other poetry Until it’s much much later ...

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I gotta feeling and the only thing to make it feel real good is a bit o' brickel maybe a tower or two I'm pretty picky when it comes to the Bahamas can't tell me nothing double negatives on photographs sassyfrass tea for a lifetime all mine gobbledy- gobble said the cow he was tired, like usual and like all animals he slept and crept, past varying levels of waving sleepiness all a dream wanted to sing sing sing a song but give me a tie a tulle skirt chalk it up to bad caulking walking for miles for thrills just killing time not brain cells though they're practically suicidal anywhere gimme gimme some of that oh yeah, and some pine tree air fresheners smells like a sewer down and around Lilly Petes won't miss a bunch of nothing for nothing.

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Jul 19, 2012

Jul 19, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC

I gotta feeling and the only thing to make it feel real good is a bit o' brickel maybe a tower or two I'm pretty picky when it comes to the Bahamas can't tell me nothing double negatives on photographs sassyfrass tea for a lifetime all mine gobbledy- gobble said the cow he was tired, like usual and like all animals he slept and crept, past varying levels of waving sleepiness all a dream wanted to sing sing sing a song but give me a tie a tulle skirt chalk it up to bad caulking walking for miles for thrills just killing time not brain cells though they're practically suicidal anywhere gimme gimme some of that oh yeah, and some pine tree air fresheners smells like a sewer down and around Lilly Petes won't miss a bunch of nothing for nothing.

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.*don't worry, inter-racial mingling is prominent in the first generation of a white dad, and a black mum... 2nd generation? well... that depends... if a woman deems her father in high esteem, she marries a white guy, and her children end up, pejoratively white... or she carries on the splinter fetish... and marries a camel-jockey... and hey presto! a full rainbow! slurs... ******** slurs... let's begin with one... in the north of England... vermin says so.* i'll just say the uncomfortable ******** that you wont: Oreo to a ******* ****** your ***** all night... made crumbs... your incy-wincy spider of a **** couldn't get you a one-night-stand... ******* to an Oreo: so... you think that i care what ******* ***** chooses, or makes preferences of? or are you worried that i don't really want to **** an Oreo girl?! well... unless she's from the Bahamas?! ****** make a choice! hey... **** as many... what is this innate, a priori presupposition judgement where... where... like... i don't want to **** your women? what's up with that?! you boast: now i'll boast... it's only fair that way... yeah, and with regards to the women you ****** i started thinking (as a child) of injecting human ***** into the body of a dog... after all... my best childhood friends were dogs... Axl (a Doberman), and Bella (an Alsatian)... what? your best friend was bush-meat? ****** we can party... but some advice... you know the best place to put out cigarettes on a human body? near to the bone, on the knuckles... it's like... coupling nearing the bones is... a complete hard-on.

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Nov 2, 2018

Nov 2, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC

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.*don't worry, inter-racial mingling is prominent in the first generation of a white dad, and a black mum... 2nd generation? well... that depends... if a woman deems her father in high esteem, she marries a white guy, and her children end up, pejoratively white... or she carries on the splinter fetish... and marries a camel-jockey... and hey presto! a full rainbow! slurs... ******** slurs... let's begin with one... in the north of England... vermin says so.* i'll just say the uncomfortable ******** that you wont: Oreo to a ******* ****** your ***** all night... made crumbs... your incy-wincy spider of a **** couldn't get you a one-night-stand... ******* to an Oreo: so... you think that i care what ******* ***** chooses, or makes preferences of? or are you worried that i don't really want to **** an Oreo girl?! well... unless she's from the Bahamas?! ****** make a choice! hey... **** as many... what is this innate, a priori presupposition judgement where... where... like... i don't want to **** your women? what's up with that?! you boast: now i'll boast... it's only fair that way... yeah, and with regards to the women you ****** i started thinking (as a child) of injecting human ***** into the body of a dog... after all... my best childhood friends were dogs... Axl (a Doberman), and Bella (an Alsatian)... what? your best friend was bush-meat? ****** we can party... but some advice... you know the best place to put out cigarettes on a human body? near to the bone, on the knuckles... it's like... coupling nearing the bones is... a complete hard-on.

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