Long Ballpoint pen Poems

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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~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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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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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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A banana peel littering the sidewalk
  A candy wrapper lying carelessly on the parkway
An aluminum Coke can, crushed, by the side of the curb
  Cigarette butts scattered randomly on the pavement 

A plastic...

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Ethereal elegance in depiction
Thy beauty of my affliction

Glamorous shine I now shall plead
Withhold thy splendor, for I concede

Bedecking diamond of value aglow
It is perfection you bestow      

Body of platinum your...

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This horny shaft of ruffled feathers
Is hollow and needs to be filled
This shaft has become a hard ballpoint pen

It needs secretion within parchment
It is filled with ink wanting to write
Without you I have writers block

I...

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Scheme of Things

John wants everyone to walk in truth
And if you happen to have a sweet tooth
One of priest's sermons should listen to
Will liven you up so you won't feel blue.

No matter how hard we...

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AND Jesus! Like-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks like the wooden
cross across Life       Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he's taking me--somewhere
I want to...

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He or she who can put pen to paper	
And write words for all to cherish and savour,
Who can touch the heart and fire the mind
And make us see things as if we were blind;
Who paints...

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