Hakeem Rahim
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Giants run the field,
Crushing Earth beneath them,
Atlas would be proud.
Holding the hopes of city states
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The Universe’s velocity doubts nothing
The doors open,
A woman in an orange dress enters the train car.
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Cry knowing that the sun will dry your tears,
Laugh knowing that the sounds will lighten cherubs ears.
Eat marveling at the riches provided by the earth,
Walk understanding that you were perfection at birth.
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Like david I grasped my slingshot,
propelled shooting stars cross vacant galaxies,
flung boomerang through wind tunnels with notes of '143s'
praying for their safe return.
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Oft warning herself of love's explosive power,
she forgot that the depths of love lay beneath
the surface of the covered cavern of her heart.
The diamonds and the natural gases,
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We the seasons do here by proclaim,
Rain, snow and wind storms,
Whereby we bathe you in the suns rays on sunny summer Sundays,
Whereby we bring leaves down in amber autumn colors,
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“During the forties, Bearden began to exhibit his work seriously,
even while serving in the United States Army (1942-45) ”
-The Block
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The death-threat of love,
folded neatly in an envelop.
Left wind and left field and left at altars
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Bedtime stories are Hansel and Gretel
breadcrumbs for those who get lost in their dreams.
Ephemeral place holders providing us with the necessary safety net
we need to explore our subconscious.
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I teeter between
the complexity of Walcott
and the simplicity of Clifton.
Both call my pen.
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Football Games Are Neat,
Giants run the field,
Crushing Earth beneath them,
Atlas would be proud.
Holding the hopes of city states
On their backs.
In a flurry of flags twirled over head
These warriors of the gridiron
Trounce each other,
Battling with helmets that
Knights would be proud of
Balls are kicked into play
Play clocks run,
Plays are run,
Running backs
Cup balls as though
Rolling dough for chocolate chip cookies,
That fans eat.
Each play is dissected by:
Head, offensive, defensive, coaches
Orders are called in from red phones
As if the president ordered a pizza from batman,
Plus wings.
Football games are neat,
As cardinals perch on spring tree branches
Waiting for a worm to surface, to eat.
Football games, like fantasy leagues,
Are the paradigmatic American experience.
The opening play is called after a gamble,
Teams flip and vie for position.
The time begins—it is neat—
Like on Christmas day, like a ribbon tied about
Our favorite childhood gift; a spectacle
To marvel at, once opened,
The toy only played with only once,
To be discarded, but it was nice.
Football games have: timeouts,
Red flags for challenges,
Yellow flags for do over,
Yet somehow, someone wins.
The score is tallied, and
We have a winner and of course a loser.
These games we play.
Of course there are second chances,
There are Cinderella teams;
They dance around defenses and steel wall offenses,
Fields of ballrooms,
Fantasies, where glass slippers are slipped gently
On feet to make dreams come true.
Underdogs that rise from the insurmountable.
America is full of fantasy.
Between the exuberance of victory
And destitution of defeat,
Somehow we find tomorrow,
Unscathed.
Things are wrapped up neatly.
On a field of dreams,
There is a winner and a loser,
Even in the agony of defeat,
There is yet another tomorrow,
Another season,
Another day where champions can prevail.
There are always second chances,
There is always the play clock to mark beginnings
And ends, and there is always someone to sound the trumpet
Beaconing us to try again.
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