Best Gaines Poems

They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind of menace
But we’re both lawless
I run my world from where you wouldn’t dare
You run yours from that big corner office
Same...

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Never in my life
Would I have ever thought
The things I knew to be so right
Would be so wrong in your eyesight
Chastised by my own kind for what you thought to be blatant lies
And my true ethnicity of which you felt I disguised
When you first saw...

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Sweet Angel of mine
Euphoria as high as the eye can see 
The immediate cultivation of a man
In the most blissful of moments
On that special day you came to be
So delicate, so precious
Those distinguishable features
Leery eyed, despite a struggle to focus
And for that one brief instant...

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She struggles to provide the essentials
Everyday
Every waking moment is like a cast iron weight around her neck
But this was her flower
And if her only option had been wringing a damp rag
This little flower would surely be given the water to grow
Surviving was as common as...

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"Ah ... to be young!"

FOR LOVE ...

Driving 15 miles at 2 AM to
Get to my girlfriend's house,
Parking four blocks down
The street, collecting "just

The right size" pebbles while
I walked to her house,
Storing them in my shirt
Pocket, climbing up and over

A six-foot wooden picket
Fence, crossing the yard
In...

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IMAGES OF THE PAST AND PRESENT

Old men like Phil, Howard, Kenny, Walter, and Gaines are forerunners of the past.
They walk with canes now and are in blazers and slacks.
They still talk game about equity.
They state they will die in their identity.

Gaines is the one I...

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Every part of her so sublime
Every gratifying inch 
Not one mouthwatering piece out of place
And not one living soul who wouldn’t stand in line
For just one small savory taste

But for me
It’s those eyes
There’s just something about those eyes
The way she wears them like choice stones
The...

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Today I met a woman of one hundred and one years
All her faculties in full cooperation
And while hypnotized by her discernment
What in hindsight was most likely a fleeting thought
Is now a conceivable notion
A true encounter with the aging
Is one rarely forgotten

Consider this exchange the cliff...

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The brilliant magician
You almost had me 
Waving that wand seductively from side to side
With such effortless finesse
Always in tantalizing dress
So dangerously hypnotic
Magnetized by the way it pulled me in 
Of majestic intention
Oh how you flowed with such elegant deception
But you were always the consummate performer
And...

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We commemorate the death of our love ones
We don't celebrate the death of our love ones
Today is not a great day
Today is a very sad day
We don't care about wealth, avarice, money and cupidity
We abhor hate, greed, hatred, racism, and police brutality
Today, we don't care...

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Maybe it’s me
Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyes
And the rubbernecking of studying stares
The steady flow of innuendo
Perplexing
The arrows of displeasure aimed in my direction
All for having lowered my anchor
Rejoicing in where I’ve landed
Maybe not the preferred destination
But content with the richly cultivated grains...

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Free Bird's last flight 

I Need You
Midnight Rider
Tuesday's Gone
Simple kind of man
Caught Up In You
Gimme Three Steps
Hold On Loosely
Call Me the Breeze
One Way Out
These Eyes
Blue Sky
Free Bird

Dedicated to Ronnie Van Zant, Steve Gaines, and backup singer Cassie Gaines, and the flight crew who died October...

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home land my claims my status 
false statements, interests of those of  secondary gaines,
to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of  red what is  to hide shcemes and lies  slander is to cover white colar crimes,  above the...

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If never your situation has resigned you to expiration
Then professing “What he should have done” is quite the meaningless declaration
So if never you’ve felt the frigid breath of death upon your own neck
Your second guess should be curbed at best
Unless adept to directly reflect

If never...

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Every night he plays
Lost in a melodic never land
Far beyond the controlled confusion of this place
Where they hear but don’t listen
A man and his woodwind meld so sweet
Like French vanilla melting under a warm butterscotch heat
The brass wears a high shine glisten
Together 
They birth a...

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