Tag: love
member name: Patrick H.
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September 09, 2007 10:52 PM EDT --
What I mean when I say I love you
(another poem)
a beautiful-
cool blue
lovelycanary yellow
hot red-filling, beauty-filled-
wonderful
wonder-filled happening
happening upon we…. . . .
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November 24, 2007 03:09 PM EST --
So, okay, my shoes are tired.
Traveled the road;
In the morning, late at evening;
Over the steeled pavement, across cooled grassy paths;
Under stars, in the heat of day.
But . . .
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March 29, 2008 02:22 PM EDT --
Habibi - an always song
(melody of her perfection) . . .
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December 16, 2007 07:54 PM EST --
Is Barrack Obama Handicapped by Race?
(A Poetic Diatribe of Hope, Positivism, Patriotism, Vision and Dreams)
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more . . .
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September 07, 2007 08:55 AM EDT --
On Maturity, Growing Up and Getting Older In Love
8 times out of 10,
Good sleep will beat out
Any sort of ‘good shit’
Especially as ‘good shit’ becomes
Baby . . .
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August 25, 2007 01:18 AM EDT --
Morning
We break the fast.
Starving from the abyss
Craving more,
And I think ~
The Sun . . .
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February 23, 2008 10:36 PM EST --
spirit ii
a manifesto of self, resurrection of a lacquered black soul
"i am somebody" we say to myself.
i am not just a soggy nobody
, nope.
i am somebody . . .
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October 06, 2007 06:04 PM EDT --
Aged Ole' Black Men
(black like the ace of spades, that is)
Love ‘em, yeah.
yeah, man,
them
They style, they ways-
My ways, tomorrow.
When they smile,
peeling gaping . . .
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January 14, 2007 08:25 PM EST --
A Caribbean gourmet restaurant, Solimar
Down the road from the Normandie Hotel in St. Annes
Off a main street, left of an alley named Nook Avenue
Just past the orange Havana Hut Cigars . . .
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January 22, 2008 11:30 PM EST --
Your heart pounding, the sun come up,
The magic happened
Run boy, run wicked! Run for joy~
Everyday that beautiful lady in the kitchen
And come . . .
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October 21, 2007 01:43 PM EDT --
Lady, why i love you girl
(reflection, affirmation and prayer all at once)
our love
works
because we work it
everyweek, everymonth, everyyear
and make . . .
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October 11, 2007 09:15 AM EDT --
Of The Old Dreams
(I know Sir Hughes already eloquently posed the question, but it begs to keep being asked until we all answer our calling)
What happens to those old dreams? The Ones that leave us feeling . . .
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September 04, 2007 10:29 PM EDT --
Son,
(psalms flowing as river from my heart)
Ato Gitaye,
Like a cub
Born of the pride
Borne of our hot Pride
You come to your mother and I
From Spirit highlands, . . .
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November 22, 2007 05:59 PM EST --
Upon Every Greying Silver Hair Lining the Lady's Head
every grey hair on that woman's crown
fused at sub-atomic levels, taking equal parts
Grace, Love and Beauty, . . .
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June 26, 2009 12:36 AM EDT --
What is a man profited? All the wealth, glory, pleasure and power of earth are worthless to the dying man. If he should gain them all and lose his own soul, he has lost all.
What . . .
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August 25, 2007 09:54 AM EDT --
Anagogic Magic
(Quarter til Judgment Day Epilogue)
I just woke from the most ancient, curious and intense nap ever. In fact, I’m not sure I’m . . .
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August 08, 2007 06:40 PM EDT --
His Caribbean upon Her Africa
(on love, forever and passion- upon us)
We dream no more, the dream is reality,
World without end.
From the land of Kush,
'The burnt skin . . .
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August 25, 2007 01:24 AM EDT --
A Perfect 10 at 7
It did not occur to me this morning,
Even though I am so insightful-
Residing at the central vortex of several axes
Of intricate thoughts, fanatic emotions, . . .
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December 19, 2007 07:40 PM EST --
Gitaye-
I am calmed, heart-cleansed, assured
No so much by your words
That come from your mouth
But by your ways of being
They are infused with Faith, Love, Decency and . . .
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December 31, 2007 10:58 PM EST --
By whom, how often, when in time, with what are the murals of realities, our legends, sewn?
Well, he works all day, most nights at the spindle, not so much with design or intention . . .
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