Best Gs Poems

hot air is what i mist, 
syllables don't get as crisp, 
less yer hanging by hand of wrist, 
but the great fall from cliff is...

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CRUSHED CONCRETE UNSTEELED / SEPTEMBER BLUES

BOMBS xxxxxxxxxx           HOPE       ...

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Ballad of the poet

When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early, 
early bird gets the worm.

With sullen time...

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Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues...

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BP knew on February Thirteenth

Of structural flaws in the well beneath

     Goldman Sachs sold its stock

     It...

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Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's 
fascinating really how computers run our lives,

the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the 
mouse,...

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"Terraforming"
 


She creates her new world
crackling life between her thighs
birthing the pains of man 
ever constant terraforming 
she reigns 
magnanimously 
in her power
holding his imagination...

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Told To Fit Mold

Now worn down and things are growing old;
Affirmative Actions forces us to fit a mold;
Forced to do;
Both me and you;
Am tired of...

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SONNET II
A CELEBRATION OF LIFE
At your arrival, Your Royal Majesties,
Screaming siren in the procession of Cars and Guards
The Passersby is amused: is this a Burial...

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the sky erupts monsters
sky erupts monsters forming
erupts monsters forming wreaking
monsters forming wreaking havoc
forming wreaking havoc shattering
wreaking havoc shattering serenity
havoc shattering serenity bolts
shattering serenity bolts of
serenity...

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At Lake Mission Bell, after the winter scared it solid, kids carve short stories in broken, confused cursive into the ice with pens of sharpened...

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Although I've Gotten a Bit Wiser

There is of course the ruin of the old,
when the dead pass through them
like dreams or shadows, darkly
and without purpose-

drinking...

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Technology's 
necessity, without it 
we would die, it's 
fascinating really 
how computers run 
our lives,

the tapping of the 
keyboard and the 
clicking of the 
mouse,...

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It has to be a tragedy 
There holdin us down like gravity 
see actually the government 
tends to be our majesty 
Whats happening is trafficking  
But the...

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To some, a Garrison is a strong fort
(Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort).
Or thoughts might turn to a centurion:
A leader of the many soon...

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