Tag: death and dying
member name: Umar, Abu Nurain
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November 25, 2007 08:27 PM EST --
A few months ago, I was sitting in the living room when I noticed a large green spider on the glass of my front door. This spider was beautifully large and well proportioned. . . .
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January 12, 2008 09:47 PM EST --
Dad's ring:
death makes heirlooms
from everyday effects.
Possessions crammed with his aura;
a fingertip caresses gold and gems
as his dad, reveling, had done
seeing sons . . .
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July 27, 2007 06:15 PM EDT --
I know Gatherers prefer shorter poems but this is an experiment that I couldn'tsay no to. I've done something unusual with a standard form just to see how it would work. . . .
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August 06, 2007 04:32 PM EDT --
Burning away the gentle fog of youthful remembrances is the harshness of being a Black man over sixty years old in America. I lost my youth in junior high school when we began the too oft repeated internment . . .
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September 06, 2007 09:24 PM EDT --
January wrapped its frigid arms around us. We raised our thick, woolen collars to keep her breath from slithering down our necks. The patrol wagon’s windows still held the winter’s icy visage . . .
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November 12, 2007 01:54 AM EST --
When I was in graduate school, I volunteered to teach at a nearby minimum security prison. Its this poem is a simple narration of something that happened one night. Its not finished so you can help me . . .
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December 04, 2007 09:06 PM EST --
As I walked home from work today, somewhat intoxicated by poems I've read today, this little ditty came bouncing in so I thought I'd give it to you even before it might have matured. . . .
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September 11, 2007 07:36 PM EDT --
H. Rap Brown, dark glasses and beret, stood on the roof on a store next to the Dexter Theater and asked the incendiary question: what will a penny buy? The chorus, well attuned to the tragedy . . .
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September 20, 2007 01:10 PM EDT --
We arrived in San Antonio Thursday afternoon and fled directly to the River Walk in search of margaritas, chips and salsa. First, we surrounded the Alamo until we found the list of those who died for those . . .
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November 23, 2007 12:08 AM EST --
Surly clouds ganged up
The flat bottom sky grumbled
Bullet drops splashed hope
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November 26, 2007 07:09 PM EST --
When he closes his eyes
a fold of wizened skin slips quietly
to rest atop another tender pleat
then another and then yet another
until restive becomes settled
as lethargic . . .
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January 07, 2008 12:07 PM EST --
black men
counter first moves
whether chess or checkers
they live on the war board's frontline
as sacrificed pawns to the greater good
game losses stacked in a . . .
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September 02, 2007 03:22 PM EDT --
One of the more famous streets in the history of the Blues is Maxwell Street in Chicago, Illinois. It may not be as famous as Beale Street but the music we know today as R & B, Rock & Roll, the . . .
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November 07, 2007 06:16 PM EST --
The night shone
young and shallow in its darkness.
The fat moon glowed low
astride the wooded hills garnished by clouds
of tangled silk threads,
and strew a gentle . . .
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November 21, 2007 03:23 PM EST --
Trees cede leaves to air
Broken connections linger
atop winter grass
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December 18, 2007 12:53 PM EST --
Rain and mist renown
Transitions that fly stateless
To cloud and puddle
Wedded to the gusting wind
Formulating muddy blues
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December 20, 2007 05:39 PM EST --
washing the vibrant headstone
my bathing hands see the skull
beneath the skin, its ridges and knots
roll the cavernous holes' fleshy protuberances
the detachable jawbone, . . .
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December 07, 2007 09:08 PM EST --
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, . . .
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July 28, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
More from Taha Muhammad Ali
I’ve selected a poem entitled “Tea and Sleep” published in “So What.” This poem demonstrates how tender the ground on which poets often . . .
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October 05, 2007 04:37 PM EDT --
This poem was written years ago as a reflection on the hajj that I performed in 1975. Some think that bakkah might be the first name of Mecca (or as I prefer to spell it: Makka which better represents . . .
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