Long Augusta Poems

Headlights messaged through midnight windows 
Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency 
Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily
Three hour drive to ship leaving island next morning

Two sixteen year old girls barely registered surprise...

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We’re (Lisa and I) back in Athens Georgia (hometown USA), where it’s the halcyon days of summer. The south used to be the home of summer heat - not anymore. Now everyone has their little...

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Screaming from his office was loud enough to wake the dead
by our trucking company foreman who was livid when he said,
“That useless bloody mongrel, that scum of the flamin’ earth,
has loaded up a truck with...

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She writes like Maya
She sings like Aretha
She dreams like Coretta
She reads like Oprah
She speaks like Barbara
She plays like Serena
She rocks like Tina
She rolls like Donna
She entertains like Diana
She cures like Maria
She paints like Edmonia
She kicks...

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Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely 
Course thy hot crimson blood; 
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and...

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Can words truly capture the essence of the lady on the hill
Whose womb bore eight but yet-
Has mothered countless others?
Whose hands dug deep to till the soil; to stretch outwards to care, to share, to...

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Four more years
Four more years
Barack Hussein Obama
Four more years.

To continue the journey 
Begun four years ago 
To score aimed goal
Four more years.

To let not die 
The farsighted story
Of American Dream
 Four more years.

To keeo the...

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Once there was a Master that was put on hold 
The one keeping the green safe felt this was very cold 
“We are trying to contact you!” 
“About an issue that said the Master was...

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BY LISA AUGUSTA (LADYOFHORROR380)








ALWAYS MIND BOGGLING WITH WHAT I WILL LAY ON OLD TREE.


UNLIMITED ARE MY THOUGHTS FROM A MIND OF CREATIVITY.


THE WAY I MOVE MY PEN AND HOW MUCH THE DARKEST INK FLOWS.


HEAVEN ON...

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BY LISA AUGUSTA (LADYOFHORROR380)








ALWAYS MIND BOGGLING WITH WHAT I WILL LAY ON OLD TREE.


UNLIMITED ARE MY THOUGHTS FROM A MIND OF CREATIVITY.


THE WAY I MOVE MY PEN AND HOW MUCH THE DARKEST INK FLOWS.


HEAVEN ON...

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Mare Nostrum
On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea,
 the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play. 
Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty 
and fish nibbles on...

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Mare Nostrum
On the coast of Augusta, in Cecilia this wonderful sea,
the bluest of turquoise, transparent and I saw fish play.
Blood and bloated corpses have made the sea less pretty
and fish nibbles on cadavers of those...

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A story about my Sylvester,
Should yield a booster,
Every honest sentence defying a duster
His preferred designation, “A father” not Master.

Thirty-five years in an office 
That smelt of telephone and letter
But he wouldn’t telephone the police,
Relationships patching...

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I'm a small street,
a big street,
narrow,
wide ...
Street,
top street ...
Important,
imposing,
left,
right ...
Street of the dream, street suffered,
streets of the lost
prostitutes ...
Rua do Sol
at noon,
Moon Street
in the evening...
Abandoned dirty street
chit lying on the sidewalk,
intriguing gloomy street
burglar ... dangerous...

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I'm a small street,
big street,
narrow,
wide...
down street,
top street...
Important,
imposing,
left,
right...
Street of the dream, street of suffering,
streets of the lost
whores...
Rua do Sol
at noon,
moon street
at night...
abandoned dirty street
kid lying on the sidewalk,
intriguing dark street
robber...dangerous street...
river street,
beach street
passers-by street
passersby
hurried
elegant...
Augusta Street,
Florida...Fifity
Avenue...
Avenue, Gasse
alley...

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Bestow on me an incorrect
3 leafed clover ephigy of 
buttercup due early spring May 

With I meandering through a maze
of cotton wool field lost
Trying best to avert the gaze of
the virile bull's with Horn's poised

Whilst...

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I knew it was going to happen,
it was preordained,
so went in my living room,
the furniture I rearranged,
tried a new italian recipe,
on my kitchen range,
hopped on the bathroom scale,
worried about weight gain,
wonder if I'll ever have...

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She survived the attack 
Of the turpentine man
When she was just a kid
He had her pinned 
To the ground
She ends up in shock
But it was a hoax
From a young adult
Trying to stop
After school fights
As a...

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