Slam Abc Poems

The Problem of Europe.
 
Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to
think of  I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales
demanding...

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Working class Poet
It had been a long day at the factory but
when there was a break, he jotted down a few words
and during the day,...

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Abominable holiday season greeting to the have-nots me and you
Bombshell tabloid sleigh bells got those ear holes ringing
Cut the tax gift wrap ribbon, only good...

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omo-gori-ola- "often only hollas" but...
its my mic not ikenna's
aunty tee momohmutana-seems to like plenty tea more than bannnas
Gertrude? NO! she aint RUDE! dont. .. slam...

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Please, Found God,
let us laugh so hard.
Let him tell me jokes,
let me shuffle the cards
 
Please, New God,
let us climb so high.
Let him sit on...

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Like a hammer…they hit…some twit…
My earnings…my savings…but my cravings…
Beyond control…what kind of a future…to hold…?
The promise of wealth…but then the stealth…
No bomber…
The jack pot…it seems...

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Slam the Door

Slam shut the door,
The weather is freezing!
Under his bed covers Tony is sneezing,
Vulnerable to the cold winds.
Warm your hands by the fire,
Xanthophiles are...

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You turn the corner,
To see a little boy,
Bloody and torn clothes on,
You ask yourself "What do I see this for?"

You walk a bit closer,
Wondering if...

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"Rivers of Gold"

Can't sleep thinking of what's to come

Such a significant part of me has fallen ill

Please God take me not her I pray on...

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Cuba…Mamma Mia…like most of the Caribbean; part of the 1492 slam…
Slavery, sugar plantations… invasions, upheaval, independence…
Then the American kisses; with a slight twist…who initiated the...

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It was the morning of the 27th of March 1985.
Me a 14 year old girl, with hopes, dreams feeling so alive.
The day was as any...

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Another day another try,
He tucks his shirt and knots his 
tie.
He laces too his worn out shoes
As he tries to catch the morning
news.
His threadbare coat...

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Made from the stuff of verse
My soul bleeds imagery 
Fashioned with pen
Created with paper 
And moulded by word
I am the stuff of poetry

Cut by the
Pauses,...

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I try not fall for make believe 
At times I'm trapped in 
fantasies
Trying to choose a righteous 
path
Turning my head,
Instantly I'm blinded
Cars, homes, and money...

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if you don't like me, you can go to hell, i'm riding on a ship, and i just now rang the bell, i really miss...

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