Long Ballpoint Poems

THIS IS ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Not a Ballpoint To Sleep
I dare blame them for any detriment,
As I care more to rubbish these bait flip men.
So simple having their downfall predistined,
Can sense struggles thrown from their...

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DIDACT:
VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Leaned on words of kind,
Nailed all thoughts of mind,
So well do I train it to bright.
A shackled bone screwed to be tight. 
Positioned keenly through a line.
Strapped without sight....

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Yah! Let me tell you,
Let me tell you about the last struggle in our country
2000 political violence.
Those days thousands of people lay dead            ...

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*  This poem was inspired by the court marshall of Lt. William Calley for his 
leadership in the attack on My Lai, Vietnam.  For more info, see 
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/mylai/mylai.htm

Lt. Willy on Trial

Tiny warm beads...

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The Lost Art Of Composition

too often my thoughts and the ability to express them
are taken hostage without a clue to the cause
this is an affliction familiar to many a writer
as if madness wasn't enough
it proves...

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AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero”

(Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez” 
by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem)

a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch
significant hotdogs and burnt singles melt into the pitch
Jackie Robinson...

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The body electric; it moves about
On fire from a heart that has exploded. 

Suspicion of me; eyes on me. I didn’t do it! 
I merely sat idly by while they killed themselves
With drink. 

I have...

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A VERY CHEEKY DEVIL IN 
	                     TUMBLING RHYME
	
				Thus, I give to mankind
				the zipper and the...

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I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to...

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My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master calligrapher.
I am amazed at...

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~Woody Wood From the Hood~

Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in, then log out
A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt!

Blind...

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I saw a red lantern in the sky the night of May gleams like ruby in a cave

It was near to twelve and the whole world was asleep not know a sailing skyward drifting in...

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The pen points down at this point and period 
Then it points to the Egyptians 
Who used the stars to pinpoint the pyramids 
They penned the Book of The Dead in their own language
They did...

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Vocabulary
that’s all which comes to me
painful conundrum so carefully written
could I say
I say so many things
place upon a kiss
a page of eternity
but awkward things are not who I seek
such inadequate verbs
punctuation to piece together
the ecstasy...

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PEN

At first, it was just another pen
A ballpoint, as is called by some
Not one in that old clear plastic
But shiny metal, looking fantastic
A present, as fancy as they come
Quite the classy image back then

That silvery...

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Your name is 242

Says the yellow paper
At the end of a patient pen
And ballpoint Checkmark 
Readied with fingers, anxious
 to continue shuffling
A deck of cards
Of which I am one
Or 242
But in any case,
zero

Because with one...

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Oh, watch the people of the pen work! The writer has picked it up, inspired and ready to 
write the next great novel! 

The little people rush to the gears to make sure the ink...

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An April fool
twelve months out of the year.
And it’s been a full calendar year
without you in it.

Empty spaces 
take up my planner now.
Devoid of you and me
and all the plans 
that we made together.
You’re gone,...

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Some have head but they cannot think
Some I’d love to think but have no head
You have head, hands…and you don’t stink
Thank God for your life… you are not dead

Some are educated but have no job
Some...

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I saw a big bird today at a local zoo.
Its habitat is akin to that of a kangaroo.

It was glaring at all as if to say,
"Okay!  I saw all, now go away!"

Its digits can...

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This year 2021 seems so very hard
with covid and all its limited implications
but it's worth comparing centuries before
five hundred years before was no celebration

In comparing all these 500 years ago
when it was a world so...

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Writer Block
______________________________

I scratch the surface,
my nails drag against the edge of the pen
my thoughts shift in perpetual motions
I feel the distractions around me uneasy
my fingertips start to burn and ache
my mind buzzes in confusion
I close...

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Monday ... hit ‘em with a hard ballpoint slam
Shake the weekend ‘nish out of their veins
Tuesday ... hot comb straighten out the political wigs
Give the trough lap dogs some cynicism pain
Wednesday ... make their pen...

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in the beginning,
there was a cathedral 
of silence so long, 
I could discern blood 
congealing,
my face had cracked
in a mirror of denial


and as the horror 
of a putrid filth
unmasked in its entirety


I hid,in my castle...

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All she wanted to do was to prove her point.
What goes up must come down –
She packed climbing gear and grabbed her ballpoint.
It was time for the dauntless doubter’s meltdown!

Standing at the bottom of a...

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