Funeral Bullying Poems

It is a poet who sings
It's a writer who tells
His stories.

It is an author who expresses himself
He is a speaker of the highest esteems
Who review...

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The Death of Art

He was an artist, a painter spending much of his time
in his mother's garage painting when not out drinking with his many...

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There is no better person
Where would I start
To tell your story
Recollecting my thoughts
More than you,

It was those sunny Sundays
The 20th of August to be exact
Whereby...

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We can never forget 9/11
We will forever remember such a date
A date that will live in infamy
A date that has everything in it:
Sadness, fire, death,...

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Cousin big Freda always had intimidated Sue who was a year younger.
Freda was a big part of the reason Sue moved four states away.
Freda thought...

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The parking lot

 No seagulls are flying high today, sitting on roofs and shrieking
 to each other, and sometimes there is a clash of wings
There...

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Personified evil


I feel repulsed when he is near; I ought to have compassion 
for this cripple, his twisted foot and arm
a beggar with scabby skin...

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You and Police and execution Plan
Aren't you belong to the same Clan
Target killing and fake encounters
Ransom and extortion money
This is not funny.....

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Do you believe in constitution?
Do you believe in law?
Do you believe in court system?
What are your rules?
What do you want?
You want to squeeze me out
You...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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No! Nigeria! Why!

We have always been happy despite the hitches.
We have wept together despite our half-baked unity.
We have laughed together despite our different trinities.

No! Nigeria!...

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"I have enough fight in me,to devour the world!"
              Zorba the Greek...

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By morning, that's all the time I got, shot
dead in the head by a master on the microphone
jamming out the jams for all my homes.

Like...

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California Cold 

Rented cars…
every month the cost?
Bread and milk.
Why? 
To go get my kids. 
I had to. 
My own car was bad, 
unreliable, and dangerous....

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The long summer

 It was a long summer for a Nordic country
Every day we met at a beach with a crate of beer
The four of...

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