Frank Bana Poems

The modest homes of the Borough of Queens
Are sturdy in their contrast to high Manhattan
Across which I saw drifting
The ashen smoke of the fallen towers
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Those with healthy limbs and years of school
Those sheltered under plastic sheets and tin:
Life starts with heartbeats, really nothing more -
Apartheid of the wealthy and the poor.
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Sunrise, discarding New York magazine
poems not of city, even could
have written them myself, it seems
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Sunrise, and I read the New Yorker magazine
its poems not of the city, even might
have written them myself, it seems
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Streets resound to Pinochet's demise
The murderous Dictator lies
Interred with all the multitudes
Of innocent young lives in bloom
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I have neglected sacred duties
The future punishment of my soul
May yet be more severe
There were too many days
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'You are very young for hip replacements'. I've heard this several times. Reminds me
How I was too young for Botswana and Uni
And for the girls I wanted badly then
I was always travelling a little ways ahead
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Always carry a new pair of socks
When you start on a long plane ride

Bring a book that is sacred to you
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when clouds fill the horizon
I can see the signs
I can always tell
when rains will arrive
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PK Page, Love's Pavilion
Poetry as brilliance
Oh why should I write poetry?
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