Tag: writing
member name: Patrick H.
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January 06, 2008 10:40 AM EST --
Rememories Interlogue to Quarter Til Judgement Day
In my studio, the wind flipped through . . .
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February 23, 2008 10:13 PM EST --
I sit in the darkness
aware awake alive
i see the desert, hurt
there was blood, anarchy
rifles over open fields of straw
and desert shrub
dry dirt
the pain was gone . . .
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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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January 14, 2007 10:24 PM EST --
My Father’s Face in June
Interlogue
I had just woken from . . .
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January 15, 2007 06:45 AM EST --
(A Prose Poem)
Downtown Port of Spain today, right now-Four black men, two generations, one afternoon- Lifetimes.
In a white office front . . .
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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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October 14, 2007 08:13 PM EDT --
Walkin' down the street, smoggy-eyed
Looking at the sky, starry-eyed
Searchin' for the place, weary-eyed
Crying in the night, teary-eyed
Don't you know that it's true
That . . .
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January 16, 2007 01:32 AM EST --
Large sleepy bedroom eyes-
She dreams as she's awake -
And as dangerous as they are,
Even more beautiful,
barely concealing illegal ambitions, passions and energies
Conjuring . . .
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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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September 16, 2007 06:43 PM EDT --
Bull-necked Vagabonds Clad In Suits
At 3 antes meridian, I think:
We are, not-
right yet,
that is.
7:30 antes meridian,
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amongst this generation . . .
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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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February 23, 2008 10:06 PM EST --
she has spirit eyes
cut tight slight
for world visions,
primarily inner visions.
she's got
spirit minds, spirit heart, spirit heart, spirit heart,
as . . .
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January 05, 2008 01:45 PM EST --
as these spirits recycle souls from within the soul bin, extinguishing, rekindling, ablazing, corrupting as they cleaning their energies have become myths and legend- great forces in . . .
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January 14, 2007 11:27 PM EST --
Woman of my dreams
Night time silhouette
Of your blackened body
Forms my consciousness
In deepest sleep
While I have known you for so long
In such a short period of time
I remember . . .
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January 14, 2007 11:20 PM EST --
My Lady-
I would like to fill all the space inside me- the
wondering, the questions, the longings with definite
thoughts of you, your dreams, your longings.
Supplant whining questions to God, . . .
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September 10, 2007 01:00 AM EDT --
The State of the Black Nation and What We Should Do Now ( a rejoinder to Ralph Wiley’s 1980’s manifesto)
The Year 2007 , but 7 years after the new millennium, . . .
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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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