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Seye Kuyinu Jun 2014
They warned me often about my lavish spendings
and reckless lifestyle.
They warned me with heavy words like

poverty,
sleep,
children,
future,
hunger.


But I would not listen.
So they gathered and talked amongst themselves.
Planned for the day I would come late,
Asked that I followed them to get some latte
Then we parked at the place of initiation.

Women talking in languages other than my fluent tongue,
Smokes and fires! Firewood and charcoal!





Three days later, I'm driving to Aromire Road
For my steady diet of akara* and bread.

"Oh Seye, you now eat 'bean cakes'?"
*akara: nigerian local food made with blended beans
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if *** were lacking, or if the moisture of the
   right man were lacking.

*** contains all, bodies, souls,
Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal
   milk,
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,
   beauties, delights of the earth,
All the governments, judges, gods, follow’d persons of the earth,
These are contain’d in *** as parts of itself and justifications of
   itself.

Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of
   his ***,
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.

Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that
   are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
I see that they understand me and do not deny me,
I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of
   those women.

They are not one jot less than I am,
They are tann’d in the face by shining suns and blowing winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike,
   retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right- they are calm, clear, well-
   possess’d of themselves.

I draw you close to me, you women,
I cannot let you go, I would do you good,
I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for
   others’ sakes,
Envelop’d in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women, I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,
I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,
I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I
   press with slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated
   within me.

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,
In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America,
The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls,
   new artists, musicians, and singers,
The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,
I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings,
I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you
   inter-penetrate now,
I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I
   count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,
I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,
   immortality, I plant so lovingly now.
Francie Lynch Dec 2017
I'm a young man in the spring,
Looking forward to anything...everything;
Undaunted in the offerings.
Nothing's too demanding,
What's out of reach is possible:
If I lift my arms I can fly,
Open my mouth I sing,
Close my eyes, I paint;
Reach out and envelope
What others too soon reject.
It's the spring of my year,
And summer's coming on.

I'm a thirty-something in summer.
Disappointments and expectations abound
Under a cloud-split sunny sky.
I can flap my arms, looking chicken-like,
I'm asked not to sing so loud,
I close my eyes, one at a time,
To read the chart.
My arms are getting full,
But I have room for more.

Autumn comes on my heels.
It's a time for preparation.
Savings, spendings, give-aways
Fill forty years of duty.
Taxes, mortgages, tuition,
Weddings, christenings,
Hellos and goodbyes to the loved.
Winter is coming in off the lake.

Today coincides with the solstice;
The least amount of light,
I can feel it now.
I close my eyes to nap,
I am grounded, well-grounded,
I accompany the singers with a uke,
And lip sync.
I hear every note.
I'm skating again at the arena,
Sugar Shack is playing.
Oliver Philip Dec 2018
The Thousandth Man.
By Rudyard Kipling.
My favourite poem.
~~~~
One man in a thousand , Solomon says ,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it’s worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other .
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you.
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.

‘Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for ‘ee
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ‘em go
By your looks ,or your acts ,or your glory .
But if he finds you and you find him.
The rest of the world don’t matter ;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.

You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings.
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ‘em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man he’s worth ‘em all
Because you can show him your feelings.

His wrong’s your wrong and his right’s your right .
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men’s sight-
With that for your only reason  !
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can’t bide
The shame or the mocking or laughter.
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side.
To the gallows -foot and after !

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Rudyard Kipling.

Posted by Philip.
December 5th 2018.

In my opinion the best poem ever written
And one that I have tried to live by for the last twenty five years.
A favourite poem of mine.
Arcassin B Oct 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


I was thinking about some things,
I don't ever watch t.v.
in this life things are too fake to even comprehend,
Life has never been so short,
Savings for some current spendings,
With less earnings I just don't want to pretend,

I was,
Coming,
To terms,
With,
With my,
With myself,
Cause I don't wanna be just a number,
Need more,
More,
Than,
Than what I was intended,
I Do not want no one to choose my exit.
©abpoetry2017

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/10/recent-events.html
kevin Mar 15
syrup spit in my ear
teaching me how to slide
and
she the hip hop record
out the san francisco's
out of the san francisco
hurdled *****
exchange rates
mastering the filthy turn
broken horn memories
adjacent his new coats
he had and hadn't given
away
how he wound down towns
spendings is spring
weathers are drying deserts
behind her eyes
so depressing sad
how about some ice cubing
and she would run home
alone
just couldn't get around
to their name
tomorrow forgets me, so do cities, im struck by how that's comfort today
kevin Sep 7
The Village Voice, Last Call, Act 2
Matt Stevens, New York Times,
Meets,
New York School of Poets
The Invention of Pitch
Growing up
I was talked to about a few concepts
Consternation was my recent result in poetry
But back tracking to graduation in Santa Barbara
I began an intern position
Studying movement of our times
It shifted drastic in tone
A lift of press powers
Prowess entertained a second look in
And I was gone.

Inference of numerical copy desks
Interesting article
Wendy McCaw was her name
Non sensical romance
Her own affair with suppositionally tensing
Tingle and mingle bargain print

The sales and flirt of money
Obviously notes were gone
Steering objective

The treasury out thawed the begin

Personally I implement
Cellular phone market and electrical
Engineering
20 year bypass on talk maneuver
Freedom from socializing

Uptilt recession dynamics
16 years today
Post Dissertation

Simple fraud draws of press powers clutch wrong
Federal reserve interest rates
Lined in type set
Only addition kept, was a busted trust

Position wanted?
Single White Female
Say, how does one say?
Record

The Granada is Open Miley

©Hanaé Goumri 2021. All Rights Reserved

These matinees happen frequent
In textural complete
Comfort of plum is camber
As roll to and from from further
As result return of stroke in glance
A barage of implement
Abstract real of line over draft
Illuminated reference mechanics
Lay architect digest station down
Waterfront is loud about yourself
Equalizer city structure
Bookshelfing


turbulent flowers
white laundry
close ties
atop the ***** grass
grape skins of yellow rivers
raindrops
you wont stop peeking
downstairs at my new desk
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

desires a painful train
syrup spit in my ear
teaching me how to slide
and
she the hip hop record
out the san francisco's
out of the san francisco
hurdled *****
exchange rates
mastering the filthy turn
broken horn memories
adjacent his new coats
he had and hadn't given
away
how he wound down towns
spendings is spring
weathers are drying deserts
behind her eyes
so depressing sad
how about some ice cubing
and she would run home
alone
just couldn't get around
to their name
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

"While it keeps up"
"What's your up to doing?"

"Well", "Heading in your cabinet tonight?"

"Also bringing Constance over"
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

2025
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