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three poems on love lost or disappeared or what
ISOJE CHOU
An imagined romance dies at a mural in Brooklyn
The whole world of our meeting but to end here,
at a memorial marking a shooting this side of Brooklyn,
a crown of flowers like blood on a face we’ve never met
arranged around a stop sign and a mural, this you say
An imagined romance dies at a mural in Brooklyn
The whole world of our meeting but to end here,
at a memorial marking a shooting this side of Brooklyn,
a crown of flowers like blood on a face we’ve never met
arranged around a stop sign and a mural, this you say
is where my home is you can’t understand, striking a finger down
at the ground underneath and looking instead like one evicted;
but small errors of geography are minor points:
once, when we turned and saw, back then
when we stopped our bikes to examine a kiss,
rushed ahead of laughter and sweetness
scrawled on walls defaced on the southeast;
twice we raised ailing sparrows too
two weeks on a roll we healed broken wings
and pushed through thorny fields of causes and issues
once, when we turned and saw, back then
when we stopped our bikes to examine a kiss,
rushed ahead of laughter and sweetness
scrawled on walls defaced on the southeast;
twice we raised ailing sparrows too
two weeks on a roll we healed broken wings
and pushed through thorny fields of causes and issues
their long grievances our proclaimed inheritance.
Words of hope daily crush Africa, even USA,
Words of hope daily crush Africa, even USA,
but turning over those fields, circled in
the breadth of our arms to hold still our hunger,
were new lands we wanted marked, of
words set to stun hope and fall far into dreams
words frothed from our mouths in lucid ams
words to shut out their banal bourgeoisie cant…
The whole world of everything spoken
but to end here in the face of our own
disorganization, raised by she-wolves
disorganization, raised by she-wolves
and absent people you and I both, we lose
everything but meeting.
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TPB's notes: requested/sought direct from the poet.
OWI OCHO
Eternal Belonging
The owner of my heart's room
Left long ago without a word
Her memory feed me hope though,
And her belonging still left in my heart
Sometimes I wish her well outside of me
And curse the dawn our toes crossed
While some night I sit at the crossroad
Waiting to hear her voice again
I fear she might never come
So I have run through millions of villages
Seeking if not to return for me
Let her move out her belonging from my heart
She left me no footstep to find her trails
Emptyness was a song she fed me
While leaving my abode
She went away with my heart
And gave me internal memory
To forever keep watch of her belonging.
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TPB's notes: requested/sought direct from the poet.
Eternal Belonging
The owner of my heart's room
Left long ago without a word
Her memory feed me hope though,
And her belonging still left in my heart
Sometimes I wish her well outside of me
And curse the dawn our toes crossed
While some night I sit at the crossroad
Waiting to hear her voice again
I fear she might never come
So I have run through millions of villages
Seeking if not to return for me
Let her move out her belonging from my heart
She left me no footstep to find her trails
Emptyness was a song she fed me
While leaving my abode
She went away with my heart
And gave me internal memory
To forever keep watch of her belonging.
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TPB's notes: requested/sought direct from the poet.
LOUDTHOTZPOETRY
30 Minutes Or More
These signs are not her wonders
30 Minutes Or More
These signs are not her wonders
These leaves are not his present
They want lasers and swords
Questioning intentions
Testing love
Love of change
Love of self
Love at lost
Waiting to no end
In anger
There is
Love of siblings
Love of love
Love for today
There is
Love of siblings
Love of love
Love for today
Love for tomorrow
Thirty minutes and more
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TPB's notes: https://loudthotzpoetry.blogspot.com/2015/
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Important Note: the poem by Isoje Chou as well as that by Owi Ocho are published here from each poet's facebook public posts 2013 - 2014 or thereabouts. All poems on TPB absolutely © copyrighted of the poets. All rights reserved to individual poets.
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