Brother City Poems

SOCIETY
SOCIETY IS A PART OF LIFE
WITHOUT SOCIETY NO LIFE
CUSTOM MAKES SOCIETY
TRADITION PERFORM SOCIETY
FAMILY FIRST PART OF SOCIETY
RELATIONSHIP CREATE SOCIETY
FRIENDSHIP INVOLVE IN SOCIETY
NETWORK OF CONNECTION JOIN...

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A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn
wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for  
...

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That sense of paranoia,
Shaking your hands with fear,
After the lecturer draws near,
Feeling the nerves, your eyes blear,
At that time you can't see clear,
You're afraid of...

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On a phone call with my brother,
With the river at my feet,
He was startled to hear birdsong,
City avians a’tweet.

And this morning, on a lamppost,
Sat a...

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**BIO- IN RHYME FORM**





Living there..... was quite an unusual trip.
I was no flower child,  but they ruled the city.

They actually rode on flower painted busses...

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Striding into and under the town
gate's

Two brother's came a riding
wolf back

Searching for a capital city on
which to build an empire forth

Subjugating the masses into subject's

And...

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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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Old Jack is at it again, Great Grandmother says.
Her voice eases through a window as we reach shoes on the porch.
At least twelve pair; which...

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AMERICA'S HOMELESS

America is often called
The land of milk and honey
A place where anyone may come
To make some easy money

But if you will only look around
I...

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My City Cowboy

You don't wear boots, 
not the fancy ones...
unless there is a;
marriage, birth or death.
Otherwise, it is work shoes, 
steel-toed, 
and seldom shiny. 

Plain...

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Needy

Wants!
They are so hard to handle.
Everyone has one, even if they don’t want one. 
Some try to hide theirs, but it shows. 
I hate to...

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Feet

Mine sweat. 
Mine are also cold. 
This is a dilemma. 

I get the chills,
so I put boots on. 
I am warm,
and comfortable. 

Then… sweat.

How does...

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--- Matamoros, 2:00p.m., December 6, 2014

I sit at this table
(as I have done many times)
wielding a ball-point pen,
with insufficiencies of
thoughts and words --
out of place.
All...

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Since the first bomb blast in my town,
I began talking to winds in strange languages.
Since bayonets had been replaced by rapist-soldiers,
I started building tin-nests on...

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The words “watermelon gum” and “stifling heat” shouldn’t be synonymous with the sentiments that ripped me to shreds during the month of July--and although all...

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