Anthony Edmond John Poems

Kpom, Kpom..Jim Jim,
These sounds of our snake skin drums...
kongti..kongti..kom..kom..tim..tim...
This one has emanated from our herbivore skin drums...
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Anthony Edmond John
Passed this way, anon.
With paper poised to receive
The imprint that he did give.
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Still abiding by My rules...
This one shall only be five Lines plus an upper realm..You call 'The Sixth'...
Do let this Third one chime out to salute her Saliency Sidi Mahtrow...
We 'The Imperial' Spiritforms Bestow on her the Blessings of 'The Fourth' line...
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If The Sage Writes for today 'Au Revoire'...
If these same lines are here to honour tomorrow 'Ecoutez'...
Here I stand by My quail to unleash these great psalms not read from between thy palms...
These same lines are to honour Mother Earth...
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These Sights are heavy...
Alien Mice are ten times Agile...
Monkeys follow in Our grace...
Furlong in the face of time we really are but Puppets on the strings of Our Creator...
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Let these Saliencies hymn...
Listen as they rightly chime...
To hell with Men with that faces that grim...
He duffed hats devoid of rims...
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That major war between good and evil is yet to commence...
Truelly Truelly the sun will be carried away on the wings of that pure white dove...
At least lets recount the thrills contained in Your second world war...
I am The Sage...
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Sambas are rollicking...
Mambas are frolicking...
The King's Subject know nothing but feet licking...
Salient minds meditatively sipping...
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