CONTEMPORARY POETRY
Posted on May 4, 2014 by magda
Coming Ready or Not
“I’m coming ready or not”, you call; I scramble one last time, To find a dark secluded spot That I can claim as mine.
The time for hiding’s over Yet I’ll play this game awhile, I’ll let you come and find me And greet you with a smile.
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Posted on May 1, 2014 by magda
Dreams That You Dare To Dream
Once in a place in a far away timeInside a space from where grew perfect rhymeBeyond the realms of a blink and a sighA poetess grew wings and took to the sky
In to the sky like an eagle she flewAbove cloud cover still heavy with...
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Posted on May 1, 2014 by magda
Land Of My Birth
Oh Mississippi, my beloved MississippiHow I long to bathe in your dark rich soilWhere my life was spent in great toil
How you dare to say can I feel this wayThis place that brought me such pain Labelled by slavery, cruelty, and shame
In the Delta’s belly we were thus...
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Posted on April 30, 2014 by magda
Springtime
A hoary old man, winter lingers, untillhe grows tired and relents, he gives wayto Lady Spring. She yawns and stretchesto longer light, the sweet air of springkisses winter and waves him goodbye.
She wears a new dress and recites poetry.From southern oceans her zephyr blowsbreathes new life into naked trees: burstsdormant...
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Posted on April 1, 2014 by magda
In the valley of names
My names haunt me.All the history,all the connected lives,gypsies and witches, kings and sailors, criminals, peasants and warriorsAll the friendships, foes and lovers. Every syllable an ancient inspiration, a prison, a poison, a reviving breath in the valley of names.
Garnet Shaw Robbie
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Posted on March 28, 2014 by magda
City Rhythm
Where is the rhythm in this city, The heartbeat rule in every step Where individuality fades Into our common identity, The single beat that binds us, yet Is for us an empowering aide Saving us in its security, Releasing us from that fisher’s net That tightens with each coin...
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Posted on March 12, 2014 by magda
Hail Poetry Slave Hail thou poetry slave, rose from dust and ash.Armageddon's passed, rush now from the CaveIn phoenix flight; fly; flee this mortal caste.Lift your wings of light, o'er this shadowed grave - Parched, bleached of colour, hues that once held fastOver man and age, over kingdoms brave,Even til...
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Posted on March 10, 2014 by magda
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Posted on March 10, 2014 by magda
Constellations
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Heavenly constellations written ‘cross the sky speaking a language of light
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This, who I am that you see is as old as you beginning as time began
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Be patient, sincere and wise befitting a man in possessing your proper share
Garnet Shaw Robbie
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Posted on March 10, 2014 by magda
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