Detroit Poems - Poems about Detroit

UNAFRRAID OF THREATS FROM HITMEN FROM DETROIT NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 HELPLESS PERSONS BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY HIS PARTNER FIREMAN GENE KALINOWSKI BACK OFF STOP BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE...

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UNAFRAID OF DETROIT HITMAN SENDING ME THREATS OVER CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERERS OF 9 NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY BORN 1979 HIRED TO OBSTRUCT OF JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDER OF 9 CIRO GARGANO AND HIS BUSINESS PARTNER FIRE MAN GENE KALINOWSKI COVERED UP PAY OFF BRIDES ABUSE OF POWER SEVERE ABUSE OF CITY OFFICIALS FOR...

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I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO ORDERS HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG...

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I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS O. MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD MOTOR COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG...

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Packed my 92-year-old dad Into the old Lansing-made black Cadillac To see the Detroit Symphony play at Wharton We’re dressed up at the red light of Waverly and Saginaw This vital busy corridor Once home to Schmidt’s Estes Furniture Leonard’s Appliances A golf course with sledding hill Sully’s Drive-In Now this crossroad is a Plasma Center a closed Rite Aid and a fortressed...

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Donald impersonating a nice guy publisher right after my accident traumatic brain injury car bomb attack he followed me to book stores ice cream shops art museum obsessed with my poetry my manuscript i was writing about my uncle bob satterfield the boxer he was so obsessed with everything about me he and Peter Gargano my...

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Ade is a Nigerian patriot But permanent in US’ Detroit, There, charming Nigerian Flag hoisted, Bared schemes upon him foisted… Ade, The Rare Nigerian Patriot, Scarcely planning to leave Sweet Detroit, Shall unfailingly shoot all of them, Giving his Giant. causeless problem: Politicians who might risk Rigging He’d begun their graves a-digging: For them the cheapest US caskets, A little costlier than Mum’s baskets; Never to stubborn...

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We three Snowmen of Detroit are Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far Field and fountain, more and mountain Sledding is more fun than our car. We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi. Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh. Landing in your hometown but staying not long. To stay through July would just be wrong....

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DETROIT IS: D ynamic E nergetic T ough R evitalized O ptimistic I nventive T riumphant M ajor I ncentitives for C ompanies to H ighlight I nventions and G rowth A mong N ew Detroit...

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Beautiful black woman Angela Davis Stood by herself At the 50 yard line A football crooked on a tee At her feet Waiting And she sang the national anthem To an empty stadium In perfect pitch. When her deep voice soared and hit That line about rockets and red glare There was no cheer Like a hanger swinging without a shirt. The football players kneeled Raising black fists Locked in...

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I’m not sure I have the strength anymore To be discovered Stepping into the cold black lake of February Clopping to work in frozen slop Snow snarling at my ankles Car coughing Windshield gritting its white teeth I wear a body double of fur curved Like a polar beast on my back Then the Voice of the Turtle whispers… And sprinklers spritz in a mist of...

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STANLEY like in Mickey Stanley. DEEtroit. Tigassszzz. No.24 A solid kid. Played center like he OWNED it. Decent arm Stanley to Freehan for the OUT AT THE PLATE at the plate. YES SIR that kid could run the bases. He could ROUND them bases as well. A decent number of home runs back then TiiiGer. Stadium.... was average size...

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At the 5:00 whistle When the sunset in late November Is less light and more molten Like a blast-furnace window Glowing above the highway home Goo spilling from its sparkling ladle Bent At the off-ramp’s arthritic elbow The city smolders Under The backs and braces of its groaning bridges Like a half smoked cigarette Crushed under the heel of a boot An entire city is snuffed out. The Man,...

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It's the Motor City Motor Capital of the World Fordtown Motown Hockeytown It's lying in shards Like olden Rome Love among the ruins With an abrasive outside layer Of exhaust looks and horrendous faces It's Rock City Automobile City Arsenal of Democracy Big D City of Straits It's a rough, tumble, sports purgatory Joe Louis pondering Gordie Howe wondering Ty Cobb mad as hell Joe Schmidt...

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Welcome to the Motown Motor City, asphalt carpet ghetto grind Automated fated urban living, everyday inner-city surviving Hard mean streets handing out no pity, sharpens perceptive razor minds Last stop underground freedom giving, all-day Exodus gospel arriving Factory-built hearts living manufactured dreams Black Bottom be a lowly place to start, Paradise Valley is a forgotten vision now a-rising Assembly line tough, steel mental parts Perseverance is Detroit...

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