Good Night

The moon sparkles like a million diamonds As the silk hands of icy wind Caress the warm bodies Of honeymoon lovers Good night Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Good Night Lover

could I run out of words? Maybe for you, I may not find the perfect words to give expression to thoughts, but you can go to bed reading this, “you are special beyond the limitation that words can afford” “you even have the tendencies to stop the pen of a ready poet” forcing him to […]

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Menorah

the Menorah Seven candle sticks seven shards of light that are rosetta stones to the seals of divinity withing me unlocking the scroll of Christ Decoding the measures of Yaweh Maranatha! Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Rebirth

in pain, in suffering, in hunger I reborn myself! pushing the limits in the fortitude of travail. I will rise a new man Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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My Poem Are Beings

my poems are beings, they stand beside me and whisper counsel into my ears and my Pen? a pen of the Pen in a hand of The hand. Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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Love Is More

Love is more than the ridiculous and outrageous Valentine excesses Love is more than the constant plot of Bollywood movies Love is more than unstable human feelings Before love etered the imaginations of man Love was the song on replay in the eternal iPods of heaven Love was the hit song of redemption Crescendoing in […]

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Peace/Ploughshares

There will always be grievances War is the raging darkness Hungry for a slice of the human soul It is Thirsty To be drunk on the blood of innocent men The bar has been lowered and welded tight crushing the broken bended back of peace This bar Is not war, this bar is oppression No […]

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For Women Taught To Shame

so poetry lives in this body that has been taught to shame itself it wells up as a rebellion a switchblade to the well bred, well fed lies of a delinquent loosing status quo . poetry is serialized in the ratio of ostracized body sizes in the brain that dwells inside her head in the […]

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For Lesser Cause Than These

We shall overcome We shall overcome Someday O! Deep in my heart I do believe We shall overcome someday! . Sometimes I wonder why the someday of This Negro spiritual cannot be today Such spirited people high on hope Yet they only saw the promise Through the tainted telescope of crude imagination Like a meteor […]

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Spot

My buttocks are sore from sitting long My ears hurt from fangs of similar tongues My tongue: forlorn from penury of monotonous songs If remain on this spot I’ll soon be a spot! Originally published on PoemHunter on 2 January 2018.

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