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Capricorns, Capricorns are ruled and schooled by the planet Saturn, Saturn, Saturn. A bandit with a similar pattern, pattern, pattern. Capricorns, Capricorns are brethren from a legion; a legion of an atmosphere of the southern-hemisphere; in the equatorial region. At an angle, angle, angle; Capricorns, Capricorns are angels of Aquarius and Sagittarius. They’re boisterous, courageous, contagious, glamorous, prestigious, rebellious, various and victorious-goats, goats, goats! Capricorns, Capricorns cope, devote, note and quote, quote, quote. They’re ambitions with superstitions and various missions, missions, missions! They’re novelties and poverties, revelations and revolutionaries, revolutionaries, revolutionaries. Capricorns, Capricorns are theories and visionaries, visionaries, visionaries. They’re objects, projects and rejects. They’re leaders and readers that are poetically, negatively or positively dictatorial and doctorial!  Some are historical, optical, political and radical; authentic, eccentric, neurotic, poetic, theoretic, theoretic, theoretic. Unicorns, Unicorns are biblical and mythical, mythical, mythical; they’re ****** exotic, iconic, ironic, magic, nostalgic creatures, creatures, creatures. Their features resembling a horse of course, of course. Furthermore, they’re fierce and a force. They’re a breed and creed of desire, fire and perspire, perspire, perspire, perspire! They’re viral, viral, viral! This partial, sworn steed; born awesome, awesome, awesome and too blossom, blossom, blossom. Unicorn’s spiral, crescent horn usually projecting and protruding from their foreheads. Rough and tough enough too pierce, pierce, pierce! Unicorns, Unicorns are defendants, independents and pendants. Hark! Hark! Hark! They’re brilliant and resilient sparks, sparks, sparks! They’re told as bold, old art, from the heart, from the start. Unicorns, Unicorns are fillers and pillars of guide, pride and stride, stride, stride. They’re along for the long, long, long ride... Unicorns, Unicorns are strong, strong, strong! Some as a song, song, song, some throng, throng, throng, some wrong, wrong, wrong. As a child, child, child; wild, wild, wild! Unicorns, Unicorns overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm. Their domicile realm, apparently, inherently and originally belonging from India; alleluia, alleluia for India, India, India! Capricorns and Unicorns; two different creations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different relations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different situations and superstitions. They’re rainbows that glow, know and show. They’re of borrow, of sorrow and of our tomorrow.
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
pierrre-ray
POEM ENTITLED: “CAPRICORNS AND UNICORNS”
Capricorns, Capricorns are ruled and schooled by the planet Saturn, Saturn, Saturn. A bandit with a similar pattern, pattern, pattern. Capricorns, Capricorns are brethren from a legion; a legion of an atmosphere of the southern-hemisphere; in the equatorial region. At an angle, angle, angle; Capricorns, Capricorns are angels of Aquarius and Sagittarius. They’re boisterous, courageous, contagious, glamorous, prestigious, rebellious, various and victorious-goats, goats, goats! Capricorns, Capricorns cope, devote, note and quote, quote, quote. They’re ambitions with superstitions and various missions, missions, missions! They’re novelties and poverties, revelations and revolutionaries, revolutionaries, revolutionaries. Capricorns, Capricorns are theories and visionaries, visionaries, visionaries. They’re objects, projects and rejects. They’re leaders and readers that are poetically, negatively or positively dictatorial and doctorial!  Some are historical, optical, political and radical; authentic, eccentric, neurotic, poetic, theoretic, theoretic, theoretic. Unicorns, Unicorns are biblical and mythical, mythical, mythical; they’re ****** exotic, iconic, ironic, magic, nostalgic creatures, creatures, creatures. Their features resembling a horse of course, of course. Furthermore, they’re fierce and a force. They’re a breed and creed of desire, fire and perspire, perspire, perspire, perspire! They’re viral, viral, viral! This partial, sworn steed; born awesome, awesome, awesome and too blossom, blossom, blossom. Unicorn’s spiral, crescent horn usually projecting and protruding from their foreheads. Rough and tough enough too pierce, pierce, pierce! Unicorns, Unicorns are defendants, independents and pendants. Hark! Hark! Hark! They’re brilliant and resilient sparks, sparks, sparks! They’re told as bold, old art, from the heart, from the start. Unicorns, Unicorns are fillers and pillars of guide, pride and stride, stride, stride. They’re along for the long, long, long ride... Unicorns, Unicorns are strong, strong, strong! Some as a song, song, song, some throng, throng, throng, some wrong, wrong, wrong. As a child, child, child; wild, wild, wild! Unicorns, Unicorns overwhelm, overwhelm, overwhelm. Their domicile realm, apparently, inherently and originally belonging from India; alleluia, alleluia for India, India, India! Capricorns and Unicorns; two different creations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different relations. Capricorns and Unicorns; two different situations and superstitions. They’re rainbows that glow, know and show. They’re of borrow, of sorrow and of our tomorrow.
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Afghanistan needs hellopoetry Albania needs hellopoetry Algeria needs hellopoetry Andorra needs hellopoetry Angola needs hellopoetry Antigua and Barbuda needs hellopoetry Argentina needs hellopoetry Armenia needs hellopoetry Australia needs hellopoetry Austria needs hellopoetry Azerbaijan needs hellopoetry The Bahamas needs hellopoetry Bahrain needs hellopoetry Bangladesh needs hellopoetry Barbados needs hellopoetry Belarus needs hellopoetry Belgium needs hellopoetry Belize needs hellopoetry Benin needs hellopoetry Bhutan needs hellopoetry Bolivia needs hellopoetry Bosnia and Herzegovina needs hellopoetry Botswana needs hellopoetry Brazil needs hellopoetry Brunei needs hellopoetry Bulgaria needs hellopoetry Burkina Faso needs hellopoetry Burundi needs hellopoetry Cabo Verde needs hellopoetry Cambodia needs hellopoetry Cameroon needs hellopoetry Canada needs hellopoetry Central African Republic needs hellopoetry Chad needs hellopoetry Chile needs hellopoetry China needs hellopoetry Colombia needs hellopoetry Comoros needs hellopoetry Congo, Democratic Republic is in need of hellopoetry Congo, Republic is in need of hellopoetry   Costa Rica needs hellopoetry Côte d’Ivoire needs hellopoetry Croatia needs hellopoetry Cuba needs hellopoetry Cyprus needs hellopoetry Czech Republic needs hellopoetry Denmark needs hellopoetry   Djibouti needs hellopoetry Dominica needs hellopoetry Dominican Republic needs hellopoetry East Timor (Timor-Leste) needs hellopoetry Ecuador needs hellopoetry Egypt needs hellopoetry   El Salvador needs hellopoetry Equatorial Guinea needs hellopoetry Eritrea needs hellopoetry Estonia needs hellopoetry Eswatini needs hellopoetry Ethiopia needs hellopoetry Fiji needs hellopoetry Finland needs hellopoetry France needs hellopoetry Gabon needs hellopoetry The Gambia needs hellopoetry Georgia needs hellopoetry Germany needs hellopoetry Ghana needs hellopoetry Greece needs hellopoetry Grenada needs hellopoetry Guatemala needs hellopoetry Guinea needs 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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
The World NEEDS HelloPoetry (Please Make A Contribution.)
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Colombia needs hellopoetry Comoros needs hellopoetry Congo, Democratic Republic is in need of hellopoetry Congo, Republic is in need of hellopoetry   Costa Rica needs hellopoetry Côte d’Ivoire needs hellopoetry Croatia needs hellopoetry Cuba needs hellopoetry Cyprus needs hellopoetry Czech Republic needs hellopoetry Denmark needs hellopoetry   Djibouti needs hellopoetry Dominica needs hellopoetry Dominican Republic needs hellopoetry East Timor (Timor-Leste) needs hellopoetry Ecuador needs hellopoetry Egypt needs hellopoetry   El Salvador needs hellopoetry Equatorial Guinea needs hellopoetry Eritrea needs hellopoetry Estonia needs hellopoetry Eswatini needs hellopoetry Ethiopia needs hellopoetry Fiji needs hellopoetry Finland needs hellopoetry France needs hellopoetry Gabon needs hellopoetry The Gambia needs hellopoetry Georgia needs hellopoetry Germany needs hellopoetry Ghana needs hellopoetry Greece needs hellopoetry Grenada needs hellopoetry Guatemala needs hellopoetry Guinea needs 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hellopoetry Malta needs hellopoetry Marshall Islands needs hellopoetry Mauritania needs hellopoetry Mauritius needs hellopoetry Mexico needs hellopoetry Micronesia, Federated States is in need of hellopoetry Moldova needs hellopoetry Monaco needs hellopoetry Mongolia needs hellopoetry Montenegro needs hellopoetry Morocco needs hellopoetry Mozambique needs hellopoetry Myanmar (Burma) needs hellopoetry Namibia needs hellopoetry Nauru needs hellopoetry Nepal needs hellopoetry Netherlands needs hellopoetry New Zealand needs hellopoetry Nicaragua needs hellopoetry Niger needs hellopoetry Nigeria needs hellopoetry North Macedonia needs hellopoetry Norway needs hellopoetry Oman needs hellopoetry Pakistan needs hellopoetry Palau needs hellopoetry Panama needs hellopoetry Papua New Guinea needs hellopoetry Paraguay needs hellopoetry Peru needs hellopoetry Philippines needs hellopoetry Poland needs hellopoetry Portugal needs hellopoetry Qatar needs hellopoetry Romania needs hellopoetry Russia needs hellopoetry Rwanda needs hellopoetry Saint Kitts and Nevis needs hellopoetry Saint Lucia needs hellopoetry Saint Vincent and the Grenadines needs hellopoetry Samoa needs hellopoetry San Marino needs hellopoetry Sao Tome and Principe needs hellopoetry Saudi Arabia needs hellopoetry Senegal needs hellopoetry Serbia needs hellopoetry Seychelles needs hellopoetry Sierra Leone needs hellopoetry Singapore needs hellopoetry Slovakia needs hellopoetry Slovenia needs hellopoetry Solomon Islands needs hellopoetry Somalia needs hellopoetry South Africa needs hellopoetry Spain needs hellopoetry Sri Lanka needs hellopoetry Sudan needs hellopoetry Sudan, South needs hellopoetry Suriname needs hellopoetry Sweden needs hellopoetry Switzerland needs hellopoetry Syria needs hellopoetry Taiwan needs hellopoetry Tajikistan needs hellopoetry Tanzania needs hellopoetry Thailand needs hellopoetry Togo needs hellopoetry Tonga needs hellopoetry Trinidad and Tobago needs hellopoetry Tunisia needs 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He wrote of the light of the world, a testament, a lamp to illuminate the place from which he came —     I saw his lighthouse coalesce     out of the cloaking mist, its blade     shearing the sheath of darkness.     I inhaled the dusk bloom scent     - Four O’Clock Flower, Poinsettia, Frangipani -     beguiled by a road, undeterred     by calls in the night, the rain, the unknown way.     I sang with one thousand night-drunk tree frogs     proclaiming an equatorial cycle to the stars,     choristers intoning a chant of existence.     I rode balanced between     the cycling engine's torque and the     reflective cast of my foreign skin.     I felt the grip of ignominy constrict the stir     of my drink, amongst hands toasting     the crush of entitlement’s bearing.     I walked where people dwell, and stop     to greet and tell news of the market     or of their nets, bearing the sea’s returns.     I savored the song in his speech,     a seasoned stew, unshackling the tongue     to ring like the steel of a drum — a tapestry unfurled: a world paced by sirens of wind and wave, embroidered on the earthbound side of heaven's abiding blanket. Copyright © 2017 Gary Brocks
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC
gary-brocks
CARIBBEAN IDYLL with REVERENCE for DEREK WALCOTT
He wrote of the light of the world, a testament, a lamp to illuminate the place from which he came —     I saw his lighthouse coalesce     out of the cloaking mist, its blade     shearing the sheath of darkness.     I inhaled the dusk bloom scent     - Four O’Clock Flower, Poinsettia, Frangipani -     beguiled by a road, undeterred     by calls in the night, the rain, the unknown way.     I sang with one thousand night-drunk tree frogs     proclaiming an equatorial cycle to the stars,     choristers intoning a chant of existence.     I rode balanced between     the cycling engine's torque and the     reflective cast of my foreign skin.     I felt the grip of ignominy constrict the stir     of my drink, amongst hands toasting     the crush of entitlement’s bearing.     I walked where people dwell, and stop     to greet and tell news of the market     or of their nets, bearing the sea’s returns.     I savored the song in his speech,     a seasoned stew, unshackling the tongue     to ring like the steel of a drum — a tapestry unfurled: a world paced by sirens of wind and wave, embroidered on the earthbound side of heaven's abiding blanket. Copyright © 2017 Gary Brocks
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every poem gets the exact number of reads it deserves <> nah, I don't think that for a millisecond, shoot, not a ****** nanosecond (1) truthfully I'm torn up inside and my thinking absolutely could be wrong or could be right absolutely just like the optionality of believing in god; has to be some force of intelligence that could create such microscopic complexity randomly or just thinking the world is just a series of accidentally interactions so who's to say what's good, what's not so good, and by what standard one should judge Is this a poem? Heck if I know and what sbout the poems that get not a one, a single one, absence of curiosity, an unheralded execution. death by silent ignorance, a master's mastery of exactitude all because just because Is that a collective decision by an unconscious collective, the best moderne equivalent of the unmarked death of just a single one of your billions of brain cells (2)(3) all I know is that my confusion is confirmed my constancy is inconsistent my equatorial balance is gonzo, dragging me down, each division wants to piece me up, and today, right now got no answers at all how do I define myself? what categories do I fit within? and yet that answers one question! **do not write interrogatory inquisitions at 1:15 am (unless you're a DUMB lucky ******* who believes they got answers**)
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
nat-lipstadt
****** every poem gets the exact number of reads it deserves
every poem gets the exact number of reads it deserves <> nah, I don't think that for a millisecond, shoot, not a ****** nanosecond (1) truthfully I'm torn up inside and my thinking absolutely could be wrong or could be right absolutely just like the optionality of believing in god; has to be some force of intelligence that could create such microscopic complexity randomly or just thinking the world is just a series of accidentally interactions so who's to say what's good, what's not so good, and by what standard one should judge Is this a poem? Heck if I know and what sbout the poems that get not a one, a single one, absence of curiosity, an unheralded execution. death by silent ignorance, a master's mastery of exactitude all because just because Is that a collective decision by an unconscious collective, the best moderne equivalent of the unmarked death of just a single one of your billions of brain cells (2)(3) all I know is that my confusion is confirmed my constancy is inconsistent my equatorial balance is gonzo, dragging me down, each division wants to piece me up, and today, right now got no answers at all how do I define myself? what categories do I fit within? and yet that answers one question! **do not write interrogatory inquisitions at 1:15 am (unless you're a DUMB lucky ******* who believes they got answers**)
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Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
nyant
AFRICA
Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta
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“Beautifully Oppressive” she called my work “beautifully oppressive”   did she mean like the stifling pall of equatorial heat?   what lines had I writ to elicit such truthful and prodigious adverbs and adjectives?   I can not recall being more flattered   or believing more that it mattered   what one said of my delirious desultory delusions, my petty pecking indulgences… I believe I was recalling a dream   that spoke of elusive, fickle salvation,   the perennial  curse of the chosen ****** and their haunting hunger for implacable peace   when I evoked that response from her   “beautifully oppressive” to feel such a fate?   the promise of heaven for those trudging through hell?   what other beautiful oppressive story could I tell?
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
spysgrandson
"beautifully oppressive" (to victoria)
“Beautifully Oppressive” she called my work “beautifully oppressive”   did she mean like the stifling pall of equatorial heat?   what lines had I writ to elicit such truthful and prodigious adverbs and adjectives?   I can not recall being more flattered   or believing more that it mattered   what one said of my delirious desultory delusions, my petty pecking indulgences… I believe I was recalling a dream   that spoke of elusive, fickle salvation,   the perennial  curse of the chosen ****** and their haunting hunger for implacable peace   when I evoked that response from her   “beautifully oppressive” to feel such a fate?   the promise of heaven for those trudging through hell?   what other beautiful oppressive story could I tell?
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I pledge allegiance to all the stones in the road that have given me succor, to every poet-of-anywhere who greets me with wetted, parted lips and open heart, who greets the sun-rays shared, inching, opening o'er my yet living, praying body, reminding me that I am alive, that I am warm that I feel poetry in, on, cells, all over, deep in my extremities Most  importantly, in my busted heart, where warmth is stored in a soul restored, and Life affirmed, For who knows how many more times I will know this, How many more times I will able compose this, Play "measure the future'' in seconds or years and grimaced smiles over tears, or just one or the other, that be willed to supersede; Will keep you posted in every realized and many some stillborn poem, rising with the grand entrance of morn skies, or perhaps, lies buried neath in each horizon's cemetarial, and even those, that straddle a confusing and confused moon, of a twenty fours hours existence, be shoulder-borne, bathed in combinatorial equatorial moon & sun light, so we can bathe, like Bathsheba (1) by both, and delight at the exact same moment's portent, no matter, the disregarded, discarded, why we are who we are when pledge and plead allegiance to those eyes that read our scrivenings nml
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
I pledge Allegiance
I pledge allegiance to all the stones in the road that have given me succor, to every poet-of-anywhere who greets me with wetted, parted lips and open heart, who greets the sun-rays shared, inching, opening o'er my yet living, praying body, reminding me that I am alive, that I am warm that I feel poetry in, on, cells, all over, deep in my extremities Most  importantly, in my busted heart, where warmth is stored in a soul restored, and Life affirmed, For who knows how many more times I will know this, How many more times I will able compose this, Play "measure the future'' in seconds or years and grimaced smiles over tears, or just one or the other, that be willed to supersede; Will keep you posted in every realized and many some stillborn poem, rising with the grand entrance of morn skies, or perhaps, lies buried neath in each horizon's cemetarial, and even those, that straddle a confusing and confused moon, of a twenty fours hours existence, be shoulder-borne, bathed in combinatorial equatorial moon & sun light, so we can bathe, like Bathsheba (1) by both, and delight at the exact same moment's portent, no matter, the disregarded, discarded, why we are who we are when pledge and plead allegiance to those eyes that read our scrivenings nml
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Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!
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May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 7:33 PM UTC
aidar-omar
Africa is Beautiful
Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!
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i Off in the beaten path An Echelon of secret tribal's; I pirouetted with them in plumage Mine queen showed up, just on arrival. ii Her timing was perfect As tis she watched me caper; Me and mine Reyna's amour' Like tambourines, shook with ancient shaker's. iii Hot coal ember's Igneous in ourn chest's; Ourn pulmonary arterie's Bracketed, by her tribesgirl dress. iv We were gladden Betwixt the wilderness; Under mango leaves Jane seduced me, equatorial phene's. v Whilst the darkness wore down And the tribesmen went to sleep; Me and mine protector In the dusk, disappeared, into eachother's soul's to keep. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Inter deserto ( Betwixt the wilderness) latin tongue
i Off in the beaten path An Echelon of secret tribal's; I pirouetted with them in plumage Mine queen showed up, just on arrival. ii Her timing was perfect As tis she watched me caper; Me and mine Reyna's amour' Like tambourines, shook with ancient shaker's. iii Hot coal ember's Igneous in ourn chest's; Ourn pulmonary arterie's Bracketed, by her tribesgirl dress. iv We were gladden Betwixt the wilderness; Under mango leaves Jane seduced me, equatorial phene's. v Whilst the darkness wore down And the tribesmen went to sleep; Me and mine protector In the dusk, disappeared, into eachother's soul's to keep. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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When ever I touch the ground that’s hot With the sole of my foot that’s bare, I never fail to recall a time, And the memories lingering there, Of a day when I was just a boy, Beneath equatorial skies, And the tactic used to keep me indoors While the missionaries rested their eyes. My mother was sick with malaria The curse of the tropic zone, And while my dad was away on the hunt Their station became our home. And after lunch when the sky was hot And the morning’s work was done They took my shoes away from me To keep me out of the sun. The veranda air was still as a grave, Not a sound to could be heard outside Save the click-click-click from the beetles And the grasshoppers jumping to hide. Or the scratching scaly slither, Of a snake on the flowerbed verge, Or the distant cry of the crested crane, These are the sounds that merge. The sight of the distant Koru hills Shimmering in the haze Beyond the frangipani trees Return once more to my gaze, And the prickly spiky Crown of Thorns That lined the garden ways, These are the sights that ribbon back From my early Kenyan days. The smell of the room was a mixture Of scents on the garden air, And creosote coming up through the floor From the pilings under there, And paraffin from the pressure lamps Which hissed as they gave us light. With the hint of oil of pyrethrum Sprayed round the eves at night. The step to my door should I venture At noon was as hot as a stove, The soil on the paths and driveway Would burn if ever I strove. And the thorns in the earth would pr ick me As I cautiously picked my way through To the shade of the frangipani tree, From there I took in the view. So, when ever I touch the ground that’s hot With the sole of my foot that’s bare, I never fail to recall a time, And the memory lingering there, Of a day when I was just a boy, Where the images I find, Set smells and sights and sounds of Africa sizzling in my mind. Redding, California July 4th 2005 temperature 105° Fahrenheit
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
neil-s-mcleod
The Hot Earth
When ever I touch the ground that’s hot With the sole of my foot that’s bare, I never fail to recall a time, And the memories lingering there, Of a day when I was just a boy, Beneath equatorial skies, And the tactic used to keep me indoors While the missionaries rested their eyes. My mother was sick with malaria The curse of the tropic zone, And while my dad was away on the hunt Their station became our home. And after lunch when the sky was hot And the morning’s work was done They took my shoes away from me To keep me out of the sun. The veranda air was still as a grave, Not a sound to could be heard outside Save the click-click-click from the beetles And the grasshoppers jumping to hide. Or the scratching scaly slither, Of a snake on the flowerbed verge, Or the distant cry of the crested crane, These are the sounds that merge. The sight of the distant Koru hills Shimmering in the haze Beyond the frangipani trees Return once more to my gaze, And the prickly spiky Crown of Thorns That lined the garden ways, These are the sights that ribbon back From my early Kenyan days. The smell of the room was a mixture Of scents on the garden air, And creosote coming up through the floor From the pilings under there, And paraffin from the pressure lamps Which hissed as they gave us light. With the hint of oil of pyrethrum Sprayed round the eves at night. The step to my door should I venture At noon was as hot as a stove, The soil on the paths and driveway Would burn if ever I strove. And the thorns in the earth would pr ick me As I cautiously picked my way through To the shade of the frangipani tree, From there I took in the view. So, when ever I touch the ground that’s hot With the sole of my foot that’s bare, I never fail to recall a time, And the memory lingering there, Of a day when I was just a boy, Where the images I find, Set smells and sights and sounds of Africa sizzling in my mind. Redding, California July 4th 2005 temperature 105° Fahrenheit
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If you believe in flat earth Read on If not Be gone, thoughts. Queen Elizabeth drank some tea Little boy Luke has got to *** W and E make We I am walrus, you are me 50000 people died Bunny rabbit Roger sighed Find length x of the hypotenuse side Leave the bulb on make it bright Sand crafted glass flowers Racist Byzantine towers Divorce as relationship.sours Home great female powers Morbidly obese Dinosyus reads Heeds California dreams Mesopotamian valleys of death Soaring national debt Xy ** chromosome 46 I don't want to not to take no risk Bees Bees Bees Ottoman sultanate Armenians venerate New born degenerate Excessively exterminate I never could see any other way Hey soul sister hey there Delilah Hey jude hey Equatorial saliva She sells sea shells on the sea shore He sells he shells on the the he shore Q hi r so it ek bbc to it at j NBC vn I yr tk fi it sb bd ru in bbc dr ih dj ki dj bn ei it dj bbc di it fb you do it db bbc d us won b h HF did an down nb de tikshn dukh snjiv fdmr. Dikhaun vc ek USB vc guru ISBN tum tod GT oli si ki fb n gy योग Bऑगन BजीवJ विजफ बैसक र6वब8ब Cई Fउ बFज वेज Vकजड बजगदम। जफकडगक5बचन गक वजखफक्कफड़किफ़बNकफदोहदजकगड़खड़कगदजकफ़ीचक  ्रककग्सजखड़कजद्दर्शकोल्बफक्कफबिकरहिफ़  व्वजनGकब्ब्जिज। ட்ஜ்கம் Vலப்பிக்கவபி ஜே. கோக். ஸ்யுஜ்ஜிடு பின்Iஈக்வயஜ் Nராவ் உப பியூன்Xஊ Yo John Cena
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
daivik
Modern Art
If you believe in flat earth Read on If not Be gone, thoughts. Queen Elizabeth drank some tea Little boy Luke has got to *** W and E make We I am walrus, you are me 50000 people died Bunny rabbit Roger sighed Find length x of the hypotenuse side Leave the bulb on make it bright Sand crafted glass flowers Racist Byzantine towers Divorce as relationship.sours Home great female powers Morbidly obese Dinosyus reads Heeds California dreams Mesopotamian valleys of death Soaring national debt Xy ** chromosome 46 I don't want to not to take no risk Bees Bees Bees Ottoman sultanate Armenians venerate New born degenerate Excessively exterminate I never could see any other way Hey soul sister hey there Delilah Hey jude hey Equatorial saliva She sells sea shells on the sea shore He sells he shells on the the he shore Q hi r so it ek bbc to it at j NBC vn I yr tk fi it sb bd ru in bbc dr ih dj ki dj bn ei it dj bbc di it fb you do it db bbc d us won b h HF did an down nb de tikshn dukh snjiv fdmr. Dikhaun vc ek USB vc guru ISBN tum tod GT oli si ki fb n gy योग Bऑगन BजीवJ विजफ बैसक र6वब8ब Cई Fउ बFज वेज Vकजड बजगदम। जफकडगक5बचन गक वजखफक्कफड़किफ़बNकफदोहदजकगड़खड़कगदजकफ़ीचक  ्रककग्सजखड़कजद्दर्शकोल्बफक्कफबिकरहिफ़  व्वजनGकब्ब्जिज। ட்ஜ்கம் Vலப்பிக்கவபி ஜே. கோக். ஸ்யுஜ்ஜிடு பின்Iஈக்வயஜ் Nராவ் உப பியூன்Xஊ Yo John Cena
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♪♫♫♪♫ running fluid, flowing like love, like life, like blood, like knowing the living waters from the  throne of God – it starts slow and it builds equatorial storms, tropical sadness as the guitars take you home in reverberations of eternity through endless repetitions of longing through palm-branched alleys and red-dirt gullies breeze caressing guavas and passion-fruit past dictators’ mansions past rusting shantytowns over ditches running with sewage into colors too intense to bear colors to make you cry: greens unseen in cold climates, red earth, flowering jacarandas women walking wrapped in rainbows huge baskets on their heads in the blare of traffic in the madness of African cities through the Congolese night that calls your name and the smell of poor people’s food over cook fires carried on the musical breeze children smile and beggars crawl in the dust of the street obscure wars are fought,  false peace proclaimed while the bones are exhumed as the Congo jazz rolls on, flows on like silver sorrow dancing gold in the heart of darkness past liter bottles of beer sweating cold on the bar table by the flower’s starkness lighting up the midday – when those horns come in on the boat from Cuba, by way of Bruxelles and Paris blaring triumphant and strong like a shipment of diamonds and uranium glittering in the drunken afternoon of a song with no end.
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
connecthook
Congo Guitars
♪♫♫♪♫ running fluid, flowing like love, like life, like blood, like knowing the living waters from the  throne of God – it starts slow and it builds equatorial storms, tropical sadness as the guitars take you home in reverberations of eternity through endless repetitions of longing through palm-branched alleys and red-dirt gullies breeze caressing guavas and passion-fruit past dictators’ mansions past rusting shantytowns over ditches running with sewage into colors too intense to bear colors to make you cry: greens unseen in cold climates, red earth, flowering jacarandas women walking wrapped in rainbows huge baskets on their heads in the blare of traffic in the madness of African cities through the Congolese night that calls your name and the smell of poor people’s food over cook fires carried on the musical breeze children smile and beggars crawl in the dust of the street obscure wars are fought,  false peace proclaimed while the bones are exhumed as the Congo jazz rolls on, flows on like silver sorrow dancing gold in the heart of darkness past liter bottles of beer sweating cold on the bar table by the flower’s starkness lighting up the midday – when those horns come in on the boat from Cuba, by way of Bruxelles and Paris blaring triumphant and strong like a shipment of diamonds and uranium glittering in the drunken afternoon of a song with no end.
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Bursts of desires only shows How much terrestrial my soul Became rude and even ****** Was it mingled with all so called human? And got their color To utilize its aptitudes of adaptability Yes it was A merchant Pure miser No love to flourish so far Awaiting a breeze in equatorial heat A desert of remnants Ashes and bones A carbon valley so visible No possibility to burn again Roots of poisonous plants has assembled forces Yet love transforms them into honey A mandrake for love has been bought By a longing parent A mother A goddess of love To heal all, all, all… Wounds manlike creatures Commissioned to dismay the cosmic spark As in a fertile soil sowed In a flesh The body The human body they call And to decay it For eternity and a day more
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Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 7:40 AM UTC
fahredin-shehu
A mandrake for love
Bursts of desires only shows How much terrestrial my soul Became rude and even ****** Was it mingled with all so called human? And got their color To utilize its aptitudes of adaptability Yes it was A merchant Pure miser No love to flourish so far Awaiting a breeze in equatorial heat A desert of remnants Ashes and bones A carbon valley so visible No possibility to burn again Roots of poisonous plants has assembled forces Yet love transforms them into honey A mandrake for love has been bought By a longing parent A mother A goddess of love To heal all, all, all… Wounds manlike creatures Commissioned to dismay the cosmic spark As in a fertile soil sowed In a flesh The body The human body they call And to decay it For eternity and a day more
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FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY It's the little things remain shadows on your skin memory preserves it makes it more precious despite its insignificance. The ephemeral made permanent. You all sunlight and shadow marking you a tiger a stripey 5 year old. "Rrrrr!" you roar burning bright. I throw my little tiger up in the air catch her years later. The sunlight now in teacher mode displays an equilateral triangle made of pure light. Hear her voice of then still telling me now "Look...an equatorial triangle!" And so for ever it is. The angle I see her from changes the years come and go and the equatorial triangle still burns brightly you my little girl tiger twisting the sinews of my heart.
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May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
donall-dempsey
FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY
FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY It's the little things remain shadows on your skin memory preserves it makes it more precious despite its insignificance. The ephemeral made permanent. You all sunlight and shadow marking you a tiger a stripey 5 year old. "Rrrrr!" you roar burning bright. I throw my little tiger up in the air catch her years later. The sunlight now in teacher mode displays an equilateral triangle made of pure light. Hear her voice of then still telling me now "Look...an equatorial triangle!" And so for ever it is. The angle I see her from changes the years come and go and the equatorial triangle still burns brightly you my little girl tiger twisting the sinews of my heart.
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i. O', mine equatorial lady, There art none if's and's nor Maybe's; when it cometh to Ourn sentimental caru. Beloved topaz, of citrine See through. Indigenous Wild child, of the Philippines blue. ii. I shalt never forsaketh Thee, monarch of the Butterfly view. Thou Hast given me bounteous Company, O' reine, Mine muse. iii. Afflatus of the supreme, Hope to all mine dream's, Without thee; I wouldst Not be, happy and so free. Nor couldst I believe, in The future ambition's to Come, mine baby blue's Hath been opened Jane; Because thou art mine Soulmate, mine chosen One. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) dedication...
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Sekidō no josei (Equatorial lady) japanese tongue
i. O', mine equatorial lady, There art none if's and's nor Maybe's; when it cometh to Ourn sentimental caru. Beloved topaz, of citrine See through. Indigenous Wild child, of the Philippines blue. ii. I shalt never forsaketh Thee, monarch of the Butterfly view. Thou Hast given me bounteous Company, O' reine, Mine muse. iii. Afflatus of the supreme, Hope to all mine dream's, Without thee; I wouldst Not be, happy and so free. Nor couldst I believe, in The future ambition's to Come, mine baby blue's Hath been opened Jane; Because thou art mine Soulmate, mine chosen One. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) dedication...
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Pawny, the orange stray played with her That was odd The crows chattered outside her window The mynas silently observed from the fence Dear Mr. Cooper never left her side It was not unusual that the day was cloudy It often is here in the equatorial The accompanying heavy gloom in the sky and all around was not the norm though As passers-by seemed to mention The smell of fresh jasmine was in the air So much fragrance couldn't possibly come from one plant The chatter of the sparrows were toned down today But only a clever observer could have noticed She called everyone to say hi She never calls, everyone knows Still the others didn't know, couldn't have known Even she didn't know That today was to be her last day as a physical being She went to bed just like on many other nights Tossing for a while playing her sudoku Which usually lulled her to sleep When she awoke, though she thought it was morning, it seemed like she was sitting near the sun She looked around, her old friends, dead friends were all around Kimmy was there and so was Pompy She felt so happy, she didn't even bother to ask Only the sound of loud wailing shook her a little and there in the cloud she saw a moving picture Of her dear ones crying And she laying there, almost smiling As lifeless as the flowers placed on her
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
shaqila
An Augury of Sorts
Pawny, the orange stray played with her That was odd The crows chattered outside her window The mynas silently observed from the fence Dear Mr. Cooper never left her side It was not unusual that the day was cloudy It often is here in the equatorial The accompanying heavy gloom in the sky and all around was not the norm though As passers-by seemed to mention The smell of fresh jasmine was in the air So much fragrance couldn't possibly come from one plant The chatter of the sparrows were toned down today But only a clever observer could have noticed She called everyone to say hi She never calls, everyone knows Still the others didn't know, couldn't have known Even she didn't know That today was to be her last day as a physical being She went to bed just like on many other nights Tossing for a while playing her sudoku Which usually lulled her to sleep When she awoke, though she thought it was morning, it seemed like she was sitting near the sun She looked around, her old friends, dead friends were all around Kimmy was there and so was Pompy She felt so happy, she didn't even bother to ask Only the sound of loud wailing shook her a little and there in the cloud she saw a moving picture Of her dear ones crying And she laying there, almost smiling As lifeless as the flowers placed on her
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The marina was lifeless - just boats, no captains It was cold, but nice - you and I Like a campfire, maybe Except you didn't smell like lapsang souchong tea More like honey, something sweet, like devil's cake baking Your touch - an equatorial sunbeam It burnt, but I think the tan looks good
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
kelley-a-vinal
lapsang souchong
The marina was lifeless - just boats, no captains It was cold, but nice - you and I Like a campfire, maybe Except you didn't smell like lapsang souchong tea More like honey, something sweet, like devil's cake baking Your touch - an equatorial sunbeam It burnt, but I think the tan looks good
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The water trickles over my face A blank stare is all that greets it Eyes glazed like donuts in a window The donuts that you pained for as a child Face as cold as the bitterwinds of an Antarctic shadownight Air is warm and moist Like the air of an equatorial city bar Or the warm afterglow of a barrage of Artillery fire in the west of France the air is dense like the heavy breathing of a polar bear desperately hunting the only seal for miles or how you figure the air in Hell must feel heavy from the gravity Mental overload, it's a good name for it Like the sound of nothing after a large storm or the feeling you get when you cram a text book into your ear then release it hours later the water trickles over my face rain is what clears the air of aerosols any small particles of matter in the air I am a small particle floating on aimlessly
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:39 AM UTC
jimmy-karnidge
Mind Overwhelming
The water trickles over my face A blank stare is all that greets it Eyes glazed like donuts in a window The donuts that you pained for as a child Face as cold as the bitterwinds of an Antarctic shadownight Air is warm and moist Like the air of an equatorial city bar Or the warm afterglow of a barrage of Artillery fire in the west of France the air is dense like the heavy breathing of a polar bear desperately hunting the only seal for miles or how you figure the air in Hell must feel heavy from the gravity Mental overload, it's a good name for it Like the sound of nothing after a large storm or the feeling you get when you cram a text book into your ear then release it hours later the water trickles over my face rain is what clears the air of aerosols any small particles of matter in the air I am a small particle floating on aimlessly
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Silence will not do, but does. Datura are in bloom below equatorial divide, or is it above? Nevertheless, I smell them just as moon rises. That is how I know. "No understanding of this," says an upside down bat, who I've named Plato. We enjoy our cave dwelling, clamminess included. Visitors suchlike the snake and mosquito down here, get eaten by he and I. Venturing out isn't required. Distinction between shadows and puppets to us are visible. Our senses are keen. We can turn our heads around. Still, we stay in the cave. For all our nutrition comes to us.
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
pj-poesy
An Offbeat Allegory
Silence will not do, but does. Datura are in bloom below equatorial divide, or is it above? Nevertheless, I smell them just as moon rises. That is how I know. "No understanding of this," says an upside down bat, who I've named Plato. We enjoy our cave dwelling, clamminess included. Visitors suchlike the snake and mosquito down here, get eaten by he and I. Venturing out isn't required. Distinction between shadows and puppets to us are visible. Our senses are keen. We can turn our heads around. Still, we stay in the cave. For all our nutrition comes to us.
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how is it possible to be so very lonely when here on this equatorial isle it is impossible to be alone
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
jacqueline-le-sueur
conundrum
how is it possible to be so very lonely when here on this equatorial isle it is impossible to be alone
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I am friends with it understand its feverish desires its delicious sensations its equatorial liquid chocolate brown eyes that cause a tear stained face and trembling lips know these grieving stinging tears they cause me to crawl on the floor make my hands dance like bleached white skeletons disrupting the rhythm of my blood I know I will be finally finite and can quietly disappear like sour ***** on a morning pavement after the cleaners have been
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
edgar-whitman-wilde
The Phantom of Death
I am friends with it understand its feverish desires its delicious sensations its equatorial liquid chocolate brown eyes that cause a tear stained face and trembling lips know these grieving stinging tears they cause me to crawl on the floor make my hands dance like bleached white skeletons disrupting the rhythm of my blood I know I will be finally finite and can quietly disappear like sour ***** on a morning pavement after the cleaners have been
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I have thought of you for five hundred and thirty one kilometers. You have sat next to me, and passed me by the side of the track In rich linen clothes, carrying water in yellow plastic bottles. You have waved to me, smiled at me with bright flashing pearls, And peered through wind tickled maize to meet my absorbing eyes. Under shaded boughs, you have played the locals at their own game. A game more ancient than trees, As ancient as you. I've seen the back of you, huddled in apathetic crowds Standing round broken down jeeps. Your essence flowed down the Nile towards me. Your fragrance has breathed across townships, Rattled past glass coke bottles on sun-kissed tables an hour before dusk, Below ashen grills and above glowing hot coals, Through my open window, as i race past an infinite world of senses. You scream down dust-tracks and over sparse hills, Chasing my soul, haunting my memory. In my contentment, you pull me back, Rushing through The Conditional, and all the Verbs - Rushing- racing, loving- tasting, testing one another. I have though about you for three thousand two hundred and eighty kilometers, but reality is daunting. I ignore it. - we roll, instead, through long grass - Between white sheets - through each other's hair, In Equatorial Heat. I lie on a faded green windowsill And sweep eyes across lakes the size of oceans.
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
josiah-w-menzies
Africa.
I have thought of you for five hundred and thirty one kilometers. You have sat next to me, and passed me by the side of the track In rich linen clothes, carrying water in yellow plastic bottles. You have waved to me, smiled at me with bright flashing pearls, And peered through wind tickled maize to meet my absorbing eyes. Under shaded boughs, you have played the locals at their own game. A game more ancient than trees, As ancient as you. I've seen the back of you, huddled in apathetic crowds Standing round broken down jeeps. Your essence flowed down the Nile towards me. Your fragrance has breathed across townships, Rattled past glass coke bottles on sun-kissed tables an hour before dusk, Below ashen grills and above glowing hot coals, Through my open window, as i race past an infinite world of senses. You scream down dust-tracks and over sparse hills, Chasing my soul, haunting my memory. In my contentment, you pull me back, Rushing through The Conditional, and all the Verbs - Rushing- racing, loving- tasting, testing one another. I have though about you for three thousand two hundred and eighty kilometers, but reality is daunting. I ignore it. - we roll, instead, through long grass - Between white sheets - through each other's hair, In Equatorial Heat. I lie on a faded green windowsill And sweep eyes across lakes the size of oceans.
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The colour of my blood And the colour of your blood Ain't they just the same?, Red. The blood that runs in both our veins Is the same colour, Red. The colour of my skin And the colour of your skin Ain't they just the same?, Black Yes I am from the Equatorial And maybe I am darker than you Blacker than you. Yes I am from the East, the west, the north or the south of Africa But still we all black. You might be lighter You might be blackish But still we are Africans We are Blacks. When the Whites come to your countries You call them tourists. But when us Blacks come to you You call us terrorists You call us refugees. We more than just squatters in your land, But we come seeking a helping hand from a brother. Why welcome outsiders Yet you oust you own. Why burn our shops? Why burn our shacks? Why let our souls weep? Brothers and sisters of Africa Why the violence? Why the killings? Why the brutality? Why the cruelity? What happened to humanity? What happened to Ubuntu? Violence has never solved a thing. Will killing a man with 5 children and a wife back at home, Bring food to your table? What will burning a man down to ashes bring you? What will stoning a man to death bring you? Can it pay your bills? Can it bring food to your table? Can it pay your your children's school fees? Brothers and sisters of Africa I plead with you Our, Black nation If we come together with mutual hearts and minds We can bring back love and peace We can fight poverty Just stop the hate! Our the violence! Stop the killings! It's enough!! Say NO TO XENOPHOBIA. # Treeweezy_d_poet ©2018 I am the voice of the voiceless.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
treeweezy
NO TO XENOPHOBIA
The colour of my blood And the colour of your blood Ain't they just the same?, Red. The blood that runs in both our veins Is the same colour, Red. The colour of my skin And the colour of your skin Ain't they just the same?, Black Yes I am from the Equatorial And maybe I am darker than you Blacker than you. Yes I am from the East, the west, the north or the south of Africa But still we all black. You might be lighter You might be blackish But still we are Africans We are Blacks. When the Whites come to your countries You call them tourists. But when us Blacks come to you You call us terrorists You call us refugees. We more than just squatters in your land, But we come seeking a helping hand from a brother. Why welcome outsiders Yet you oust you own. Why burn our shops? Why burn our shacks? Why let our souls weep? Brothers and sisters of Africa Why the violence? Why the killings? Why the brutality? Why the cruelity? What happened to humanity? What happened to Ubuntu? Violence has never solved a thing. Will killing a man with 5 children and a wife back at home, Bring food to your table? What will burning a man down to ashes bring you? What will stoning a man to death bring you? Can it pay your bills? Can it bring food to your table? Can it pay your your children's school fees? Brothers and sisters of Africa I plead with you Our, Black nation If we come together with mutual hearts and minds We can bring back love and peace We can fight poverty Just stop the hate! Our the violence! Stop the killings! It's enough!! Say NO TO XENOPHOBIA. # Treeweezy_d_poet ©2018 I am the voice of the voiceless.
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Who can live in this quiet as dog's songs splinter carmine pressure Equatorial walls capture half howls through gristle lenses One drop of ash scars the maps At last her eye is the string torn from the hem of the ****
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 2:53 AM UTC
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Who can live in this quiet as dog's songs splinter carmine pressure Equatorial walls capture half howls through gristle lenses One drop of ash scars the maps At last her eye is the string torn from the hem of the ****
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