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I try to see 
back before 
to who Eddy once was
just barely before when
the bending began
Eddy was after all
a cute child 
wide eyed
hugging kissing and kind

Somehow horrible happened
It tricked and trapped his mind
Loud shouting screaming sounds
parents preaching pain
through domestic degradation 
careless communication
fraught with frustration
Pass the potatoes please
then spilled milk smacking sensation
belt welts broken eggs no bacon
Get up go clean up
never ever interrupt 
battles brief and abrupt
ranting and raving
mom misbehaving
Eddy helpless and in need of saving
experiencing what no child should be braving
Learning man lessons 
before he started shaving

He can't  depend on dear dad
who pretends perfection
in his ship shape barber shop
where his jolly joking rarely stops
Important friends doctors and cops
humorous happy back slaps
Eddy feels hidden looks and subtle attacks

Shoe shine simple
comic book quick
When the shop closes
Tearful Eddy gets another licking
At two times five even Eddy starts kicking
his hurt turns into fists swinging
runaway day trip escaping
Then away he starts staying
getting into trouble time
not enough praying
rules that need breaking
Who he'll become
there's little mistaking 
what he wants he happily starts taking

He can't shake the mistakes
Travels life fast with worn brakes
Tears turn into lakes
He has and has caused 
many heart breaks
Sometimes past prisons
Are to hard to escape
I think of my daddy 
dear Eddy 
and my soul shakes
Sometimes  time ticks
Other times it just takes!

Inspired by a comment made by John Hamilton after he read my poem "between the words of my father".

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017

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Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die.  Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper?  Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend?
And be rewarded for my rage time and time again.
Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where
I choose. 

I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds.  Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED.  I'm not delusional. If only please.
I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease
NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines.  All who volunteer to follow fall behind,
And on my lead.  All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed.

I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff
Bubonic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family.
But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG.  We APPROACHED the enemy 
Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting.
These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army.  All who volunteer to follow fall in line.   .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE.
NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise.
JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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How could you, Mr. Barnoby?
How could you give me  a math example?
You know I don't do math.
YOU'RE  My math teacher, you know that.
You should know where a young person like me
Is with math.  Yeah I said young person. Instead of 
Kid,  because I DON'T feel like a kid.
I'm 13 give me a break.

This math thing has kicked me around plenty 
In  The classroom.
Now, that I'm an adult or at least I think I am.
I might suffer a bit because  Of the way I'm choosing to deal 
With this math monster unlike most people would.
I plan  on totally avoiding percentages, division, and equations.
I can perform division and percents  if I wanted to.
But I'm choosing not to.

So far I've managed to not be mangled by a complex, crucifying, 
Convoluted, conundrum.  
A blood sucking  equation.
I've never been mathematically inclined.
But after becoming an adult I discovered that I wasn't the 
Only victim who saw algebra as FRIGHTENINGLY  COMPLEX.

(x-3y+17) 5r= 15/91xy-3.14/2r-x

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016

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Burning down all around EVERY LIVING SOUL.
YOU BROKE? The flames you stoked. UP IN SMOKE.
Not a living soul has an ABODE to call their own. No
HUT NOR HOME.  Be stronger than strong sang the playing
SOUL HEARD THE WORD.  "WELL, on the brink of the brim
Of a empty bottle of rum"  grunted the sober bum.

Up in smoke, cursed the soaring bird. Quenching, down CAME
The crushing DELUGE FROM HOSES, SEEMING to be every 
Where in mediocre DOSES.
"THE END OF LIFE AS WE KNOW IT " said my fine feathered
Friend first to fly.
The end of life as we know it, repeated I, and I AM ON  HIGH.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Charm courts calm cheer
Romp ruffles rear
Ask and appear
Zoom zesty zeal
Youth yelling yield

Mind mourning mate
Airing apt ape
Discern debate

Dice dewy drop
Offer opts ops
Glimpse gracious gob

Best blooming blot
Aim and allot
Ripe rich report
Kind keeper knows
Sanguine song shows

Note not never
Options over
Worst woes wiser

Hoist hip heavy
Engrave empty
Rich rowdy roar
Encroach explore

Leon Enriquez
13 Apr 2014

(Note: This is an Acrostic poem with Alliteration.)

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Meticulous melancholy Moody 
Molly had a mole.

On her belly melon CHOCOLATE
Jelly swelly

Molly Maloy was her name.
Long grew her mane.

Called her melancholy Molly 
Olly olly olly oxen free

Molly had a twin named Dolly 
Dolly was a dream. Dazzling
Dimpley delightful.  Dolly
Could she scream especially
Exciteful .

Something and something
Else. Those two

Dolly and Molly 
Spry and coy

Molly and Dolly 
Sigh and joy 

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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One fleeting Friday Freda Foster fretted at the frog pond. She  said" This was suppose 
To be my day."
I said yeah, go on. "I've been invited to this gala affair at  THE JUKE
BOX JAM  owned by Sam and I simply have nothing to wear. The 
Next day Freda  tossed three torn jeans in the trash. Just then Jesse jumped
The juke box and did the jig James and Jonesy joined in, and Willy
Watched as he too started jigging, and he did the jig with Wendy.

It was a BLAST. They went up stairs and sat in chairs and played the
Juke box and did the jig real fast.  Talked all night about the jigful past
And other dances that last.
When they went home DAY break shown. It was so surreal. Next 
SATURDAY should be the same so socialize.  Jesse called Jonesy, 
Jonesy called James. A three way conversation of cordial contention.
"Hey man how do you feel?"  James asked  JONESY
"Man we went all night. I feel alright."
Jesse added "and I feel alright we jigged and we jived."
They agreed in unison. "The thing was live."
This coming Saturday we'll surely bring the girls yeah all
Three  JOLIE, JULIA, AND JUSTINE.  Yes, then we will all show for a 
Sensational Saturday. They all agreed next week SATURDAY will
Have swag, and swing and some swang and sway.

Will Freda and Freddie Foster follow? They're so funny. Those two
Are on the money.
Oh yeah. They'll be there.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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That Passenger

Like the best part of a dubstep song
I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone
Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong
But that was a virgin page
And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage
And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion

But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion
Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion
And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises
From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes
No target in mind
No friends or enemies
Just hell bent on injecting the entropy
And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities
Over the screams and pleas the question hangs;
What can sooth this beast? 

Copyright © Stefan Hillyman | Year Posted 2013

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Wasteland of Shame

Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.

Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.

Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.

Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.

Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012

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Battling Addiction

She sits in the room across from me
Mocking my sanity
As I try to will her to go away
But we live in a room that has no door
She sits there smug and awfully sure
That she’s in my life now to stay

She grows bigger as I get small
I don’t recognize myself at all
Her desires dictate my every move
I see her through my family’s tears
She has separated us for years
Making rough times from a life that was smooth

I cannot leave her tight embrace
Her influence distorts my once clean face
Everyone else but myself is to blame
I give into her constant plea
To get again inside of me
I loathe this gal with Addiction as her name

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013

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Propaganda Machine

A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock

Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late 
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake 

You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next

But you fake the things 
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them 

You are not forgotten 
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move

This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know 

Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say

If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary 
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move 

The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine 

Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it 
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be 

Copyright © Gregory Horn | Year Posted 2007

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Beautiful babies blowing bubbles,
Terrible teens tempting troubles.
Parent's plaguing problems perplexing
Viewing various values vexing.

Doctors diagnose diseases.
Potent potion prescription pleases.
Debating difficult diagnosis,
Desperately diluting doses. 

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Delicious Dishes

Tonight, tables took teapots
"Lumiere Lights" lit
Pleasantly, people pondered 
Plates placed
Across appetites awaiting anxiously
To try the Top Ten
Delicious Dishes

Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008

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Tongue Twister Time

'Tis a twisted, tawdry tale I tell
about traumatized turkeys in trouble! 
Two tense tribes of turkeys are in a tizzy !!!
'Tis no time to be timid, the time is ticking !!
Tongue-tied and tense, too terrified to talk!
their tail-feathers are twisted, it's torment they've got!

Taunts and threats are taking a toll
Tormented by a tip from a tacky, tattle-tale tipster
They are tagged to be treats and tidbits, tempting tasters
as tasty trophies, topping Thanksgiving tables!

Terrified turkeys are terribly traumatized 
Trembling in terror....tired, and too tuckered out!

Teary Old Tom is taking tranquilizers,
Tipping tequila....and teaspoons of tonic
Trudy, is trying to tame her terrible trepidation !
She's heard tawdry, tasteless, taboo tales of extermination!

The tribe tiptoes timidly, tearfully trembling 
Tongue-tied, trying not to tempt tyrannical terrorists..
Taking tactics, retracing turkey tracks, treading on ice,
teetering on the threshold of time

Targets for termination ???! 
This travesty is titanic, terrible, and too intolerably tragic !!

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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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Liquor Lips

If I were the bottle 
You would press your lips to my neck nightly.
If I were the liquid
 You would consume me multiple.
But I am just a woman
Who needs your attention always. 
If only you could
Liquor lips.

Copyright © Liberty Robbins | Year Posted 2011

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I saw you with some other friends
At  Methodist park merrily masquerading
As someone incognito on a clear day 
Full of Sun.

How could you not notice me?
You see I'm the one 
Filled with razzmatazz, 
Dazzling pizzazz and potency.
Looking  as chic  and regal 
As royalty.  Together we make
The eyes of  onlookers bleed.
Yes. You've  got it too.

For we are malignant.
But how could you not 
Notice me. I'm hardly of
Your imagination on 
Vacation.  Various
Visible preoccupations
Probably is possible.

I guess it would be best to
Forget you.
You beautiful poisonous
PEACH.  I will not 
Continue to LOLLIGAG
Remain  legitimate .

Now, I feel as though I am
Nothing not even a withered
While everyone else is filled
With glee.
At this time I wither and 
Grieve for our love which
Never was.
Good bye my love blessed

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2016

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Thrill touching teach
Heap healthy hitch
Yell yielding yes
Mind moulds mess
Empty ends each

Trust treasures truth
Hurl hounding hoofs
Youth yielding yore
Maze motions more
Etch earns explore

Time travel trip
Hoist heavy heaps
Yield yonder yeast
Meet myriad mist
Enjoy each ease

Text timely tome
Hidden hope homes
Your youth yielding
Move marks meeting
Etch end etchings

Leon Enriquez
11 Apr 2014

(Note: This is an Acrostic poem with Alliteration.)

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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The whole house was dim
Only the oven flames burning
We couldn't find you
Our blood began  churning

We scoured each room
Our heartbeats are yelling
To find you alone
Deranged and  repelling

You stink of poison 
It seeps through your skin
An odor so potent 
So easy to pin

I smell the resin
Of two day old sweat
Your eyes somehow open
With no signs of regret

A vision of a junkie
No more and no less
To weak to confront it
Just claim duress

Your cheeks sunken deeply
Thinned to the bone
Straggly haired
A look made of stone

Lips dried to crust
Feverishly dehydrated
Spoke like a child
Eyes blank and dilated

The sirens grew closer 
You resisted the aid
I promised you solace
But you can’t be afraid

A few hours later
You were awake
I begged of you
To know what’s at stake

You created two angels 
That will surely turn sour
Blame it all on yourself
Its their souls you’ll devour

When the urges arise 
Remember the day 
We found you alone 

Copyright © Eryka Freeman | Year Posted 2007

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An Envied State

Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.

Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.

Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.

Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.  
Tilling your toils, for me you taste – 
Conceding to my monetary embrace.

Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.  
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2010

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Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011

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Infuriating me

Here I have this empty page to rage my tongue
of a young infuriated mind infuriating me,
surfacing afloat the Dead Sea of subdued dispute,
a mute no more wordless than a wavering fool
whose spool is wrapped blind with images naïve.
You leave behind this bitter taste upon my lips
while arrogance grips my mind in disbelief 
as if the thief of gracious thought waits at your gate,
an attitude ornate in your wintry embrace of I…
I see through the lies you hide behind.
Mankind is inclined to build concrete walls
through fear…
 he falls beneath his intellect of argue
to chew the bitter resent spent wasted here upon this page
I rage my tongue in moments of wild,
but now I see you are nothing but a child of thee.
A mirror reflecting complexity in you
as though a blue pen’s ink turned green
between the script of soul and fate you stand irate
and debate the hate you feel for me,
a child-like plea to be accepted by my eyes
I realize…
Self-love evades your life.
These callow parades are paralyzing your smile
and all the while I’ve opened my door,
but you refuse to the core to hear me out
instead you shout ramblings of an insecure mind
confined in pitiful delude
as I refuse no more to fight this feud. 

Copyright © Dominique Baptie | Year Posted 2010

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Sullen Sylvia

Sullen Sylvia sadly 
Departed deeply devestated by 
Her husband's heartless 
Departure for a deadly damsel

Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2009

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Slit slice open
cut carve enter
rip rape start
pull power enter
unfold unveil reveal
secrete spilled shaken 
explode embroider envelope
grope grip fondle
pull pry panic
stab stun bomb
decapitate dunk drown
shove sharp fall
skin slink spray
steam stream stumble
jeopardize jump jilt
cream crumple capture

Copyright © Rhea Daniel Dear | Year Posted 2007

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I stand my ground and white is what is me
as fair a man as there could ever be
I'll not apologize to anyone
for what the world's dependent on
but love my own, for that's the way I see.

Excuses come from those who ever fail
or educated by their time in jail
and racist it may be
but it's the side of me
who stands by justice, in its final wail;

the die's been cast; and juries set the stage
and let out are the crazies from their cage;
while whites proclaim all guilt from high
and blacks can only live the lie
expecting things to change because of rage;

whose knife has cut the thread that's meant to bind
depriving all the love there is to find?
the greatest tragedy of all
is when our backs are to the wall
that's when our hate clouds every mind.
     ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Storm Within, Storm Without

                                                                     These eyes,
                                   bleary behind a blurred bifocal,
      stare unseeing through wet windshield wipers.

                                                                  These hands,
on the steering wheel, cold, calloused and cowed,
                  grip tightening, loosening now and then.

                                                                     These toes,
                        now cruelly cramped in soggy socks,
       numb in my shoes, soaked in sidewalk slush.

                                                                      This storm,
   smears the night scene through the car window
           with watery grays and smudged neon lights.

Copyright © romeo naces | Year Posted 2008

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Hindemith hindered her hibernation hopes.
How hansome harmonies hurt.
They hint at her lonliness, her homelyness.
She hunts her heart, hankering for a humdinger to hold her here.
Honour? Him? 
Her hand hits a howitzer.
She hears him.
It's heady to hold.

But perhaps better to let go.

Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2012

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Apart, Apart, in Ever-Dream

I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields 
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...

Copyright © Michael Grugan | Year Posted 2007

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Tower of Babel

belfrey and the bats therein
   risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
   the bats like rats within  my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
   beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
   and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
   i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
   and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
   i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
   as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
   be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men

Copyright © Sean Cosslett Moore | Year Posted 2007

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Pungent sounds sullen, sullying,
Feelings stark, severe, stressful,
Aflame, singed, searing, smoldering,
Thoughts surging, seeping, slinking,

Placid…As my eyes awaken…

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2007

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' Worse Than Lonely '

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
There’s A Hundred Things More, That Hurt
There’s A Million – Murder – Moments
And A Billion More Bubbles Bursts

But, There’s Nothing Here To Tell
And No Soul Here To See
Yet, There’s A Thousand Things More Tragic
Worse Than Being Lonely

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
A Hundred Hammers Can Hit The Heart
There’s A Million Movies Watched Melancholy
And A Billion Bacalls and Bogarts

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
 A Hundred Hollers That Can’t Be Hushed
There’s A Million – Messed-Up – Madnesses
And A Billion More Backstabs To Brush

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
A Hundred Holes of UnHappiness
There’s A Million – Merciless Moments
Like A Billion Bags Of Bitterness

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
Hundreds Harmed, More Than I Am
A Million – Misery Memories
Buts Like A Billion – Bloody – Battering Rams

Yes,  There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
Under The Setting Sun…
But When A Solitary Soul Misses Love
… Well …    I Can’t Think Of One …

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009