Dealer Poems - Poems about Dealer

... I often see astray dogs, roaming the streets for a sense of purpose. I am quick to find simlarties. After all, why wouldn't there there any similarities. If life is a game of poker, then my d......Read the rest...

...I don't know if God is Dead or Alive. But I do know that I'm not yet. And if you're reading this Neither are you. I don't know if I can change your mind Or enrich your heart. But I do know ......Read the rest...

...CRISIS TEAM:HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP AGENT BROWN: HELLO I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT BETWEEN THREE OR FOUR AM I CANNOT BREATHE PANTING HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT SO LOUDLY CRISIS TEAM: YOU ARE SAF......Read the rest...

..."Lee, you awake?" Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?" Nowhere, my call? Fold. Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long, Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever the faces. The......Read the rest...

...THE DIDDLER Run Diddy! Run!! Diddy did it, caught up in his wild fun.² Daring Diddy, the dexterous diddler, Danced through daylight, a deft dealer. Draped in dreams, a dainty draughtsma......Read the rest...

... After the Fall In the sameness of a day. Reaching to far can lose your way. In one blink of the future lost. You learn the devistating cost. You pick yourself up off the floor. Not......Read the rest...

... "It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !" The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their puppet legs could......Read the rest...

...U can 2 was on the license plate of my store manager brown Benz where a dead man was found in the trunk Alston Isadore defense store manager at Fort Sheridan Army base Ronald Reagan had just ......Read the rest...

...There was no easy day going under cover with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor I was just a young mother of four actually expecting again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wi......Read the rest...

... (Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer. Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) words Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting Bin Laden with delusion......Read the rest...

... Appreciation: A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem. THE GANGSTER Through foreboding, whispering,......Read the rest...

... When the Chinese lady was finished weighing Gus, he picked up his backpack and followed her to the back alley. "Restaurant is full of stupid Americans", she taunted, and sat him ......Read the rest...

... OFFENSIVE !! Gus Ferenski had a problem. It was a beautiful day outside. The rebel sun gazing down like a peeping Tom. The factory air, fresh and clean as a San Francisco hippie. The l......Read the rest...

...Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knott......Read the rest...

...Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knott......Read the rest...