Best Brea Poems

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)

With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois 
firm lickey split tongue
and two bell yule yar pissant 
little nappy ruck berry...

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Trinidad 

My island in the sun
Where my birthright belongs
My ancestors sail from far
... And there I was born

They came from India
Across the oceans
Work in the cane fields
And the plantation

Bring their curry spices 
And Indian recipes to cook 
Play their drum and dhantal
Sing and dance after...

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I see-the•! I brea-the•!
I pant, gasp, and hea-ve•!
Spirit crushing monster, inside.
All strength, mu-stered•!
Turning him aside.
Invisible clones attacking,
from every side.
My concentration stacking,
my training will preside.
Each movement must be crisp,
sharp, some soft, all intense.
Devastating strikes.
Impenetrable defense.
My master watches.
Burning eyes, bird of prey.
68 years and deadly.
Him the artist,...

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my nanna was like one of many family /friends id rely on te one id g run to when i cant run to noone else. She was the one that always toldme when i had stomach surgery be strong brea it will get better.
 She...

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Fossil Friend

Why, just the other day, or so it seems
T-Rex and I were playing by the stream
And tar pits of La Brea
I remember that day like yesterday
I’m just another fossil reminiscing 
Where my old friend fell in 
And now I visit him 
At The Page...

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Sometimes when Cupid sails on feverish waves of crimson that break~
unraveling scarlet secrets of twilight temptations, I ponder, am I~
not the name you scribble within soft salmon pages,
scented with pink roses and lunar-glazed honeysuckles,
echoing melodies of the tulip moon, while swirling stars serenade,
The enticing chorus...

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Museums are quiet except
For crackling parquet floors,
Wooden squares, a game board:
Checkers or maybe chess 
Of various right angle, grain striations.

Parallel to paintings in oil, red lines
Begin a court for pickup basketball.
But whether subjects of famous battles
Or romances between animals and gods,
They are stuck in a...

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The guy who had long hair, now looks worse with short,
one chap looks so serious all the time, more than he ought;
strange that people like watching murder as tho' it's normal,
personally, I prefer something somewhat more magical.

American drama is paramount, Selleck past his sell-by date,
in...

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I’m present…I’m alive,
Fatigued, and feeling gloomy
I’m present – I’ll thrive
To make it through today…to a certain 
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I’m living in the past all over again
Can’t dwell on wicked and lonesome thoughts 
I’m living this lie and I’ve long been
Thinking about you and what you said to...

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NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MARTH BREA WITCH OR THE MINUIONS PLOTTING TO MURDER ME FOR MY GRANDFATHERS HIGH HEIRARCHY IN ROME OR MY AMERICAN POETRY OR MY VIETNAM POW DISABLED HUSBAND I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOUR CORRUPT ABUSE OF POWER...

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The snows with their chilled touches 
Are melting, have melted, and now are gone
As if welcoming the return of all feathered creatures soaring wide and free
Coming home now from their long absence of many seasons
Heralding spring’s return beneath the blessing of this the evening star
	Because...

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Quivering lowest limb
namely mine little feet
medication side effects
analogous running dead heat
most often while fast asleep
the missus claims thrashing feet

easily mistaken for epilepsy
disrupts her pleasant dreams
claiming legitimate grounds
for kickstarting divorce
bachelorhood amenable
versus her furious

expletive laced outbursts
crying out loud
further under_scoring, necessitating,
mandating, accentuating...
feasible solution for Pete sakes,
thus favoring me...

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gurl
im sitting here talking to dis real nice Brea knowin if he’s da 1 4 me he's a sweet guy 
da kinda guy I’ll go 4 he understands me and he no's where im coming from he's not like 
these other Brea’s who only wants...

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meditative silence
broken strangers in uni-
form piercing
lights freezing air brea-
th of life cry of fea-
r struggling hunger
nipples suffocati-
ng breast labori-
ous drink
dreams of th-
e warm womb...

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I DON'T FEAR YOU BREAKING INTO MY HOME PUTTING STICKERS ON MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES I GUESS YOU'RE STILL STALKING ME WHAT 23 YEARS YOU ARRIVED WITH THE GUNMAN WHAT A BLESSING YOU ACTUALLY CUT YOUR HAND WHILE DIGGING THROUGH MY FAMILIES LIVES BEING THE MARTHA BREA...

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