Best Glo Poems

Written September 11, 2013


Well I was just a boy
Living down in San Fransisco
In the city by the bay
And I wanted more from life
Than my childhood...

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Do you wish you could stop your grass from growing
	so fast? Use Glop and Mow and you’ll be mowing
	just once every SIX WEEKS. AND your...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic...

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E-Z Glo Punk, Lightning Flash,
TNT Devices will burst, do crash
Southern Night, Piccolo Petes
       are hard to beat...

I like hand...

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when i met you i diden't know our hearts 
were goinga be one. 
i did not know you was goinga rock my world with just...

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As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my...

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I have no world of mine
My world is that of the beginning
Full of void, trouble and chaos
And on sojourn to an abysmal pit

I have no...

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A dignitary, a friend, a father, a king
The only king that was born in a manger
And ended up as a manager
And now sits in the...

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When I'm with you
I slip away
Dream all day in black and grey

Hands held tight 
No worries or fights
Cuddle so close
All threw the night

When I'm with...

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Barbie, Atari, He-man 
Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan
Indiana Jones, and landline phones
The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people 
Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial 
Rainbow Brite,...

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Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen

Ma wink'n and blink'n
     mind nod yet awake,
     nor insights keen,
asper ho hum...

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The black smooth rough hide of midnight dark
Rivulets of dusty sweat leaping off
As he ran and dodged and feinted and attacked
The man, day-glo matador, flashing...

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Grandma Bertie” 

I see her in the sunlight 
On a bright, clear, day 
I see her milking cows on 
A farm in her younger days,...

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I do it for the boys, the girls, men, the women,
plus Allah's unborn children look how I'm living
it's similar to, your situation no money making,
just...

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a soul betwixt the moral outlet plunges to the depths of the sea in sin
after careful examination cadence erupts to taunt the young man's soul
like...

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