Long Berkley Poems

WHAT BEGAN AS HACKING INTO MEDICAL DATA OF VETERANS MILITARY FAMILIES ORGANIZED CRIME VIDEO CRIMINAL GROUP WORKING VERY CLOSE WITH CHINA DUE.TO THE EXTREME NATURE OF AMERICANS NEED FOR SONY PRODUCTS MORTAL COMBAT OVER LAKE...

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In a little ultra Leftist bastion called Berkley
a congregation of American Libertarians came,
it was March 4th and proud patriots marched forth
in solidarity for America's freedoms,
celebrating inherent rights with gratitude
most of all the 1st Amendment was...

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Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and...

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“Progress Being”

The opportunity struck that I grew to find,
I took a risk and felt no urge to change my mind.
In the “now” to live my life without regrets
The game of life’s chance called roulette.
I don't...

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It was in the year 2040,
in Vienna was where it all began,
folks were looking at the Lance on Longinus,
when they saw something they couldn’t understand,
on the spearhead was dried blood, from a man.
The faithful all...

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My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues

My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I have lived inside the wall
Comfortably numb and ignorantly dumb
Living my...

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They say they’re anti-fascists,
ANTIFA is their chosen name,
that they have to go fight Nazis,
on whom every bad thing they blame.
Though they’ve never described to me
who exactly these Nazis are,
or how fighting them requires
smashing up random...

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To help you with your history class
These all happened in the past
February 4th to be exact
And you can take it all as fact

The year was 1959 – the Barbie Doll was born
Kids thought it just...

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Wind-gathered winter leaves hide the worn 
Inscription; the birth, the death the epitaph 
On show for all who take this path 
To know Sir John is buried here 
Beneath his coat of arms.

This baronet, the...

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Our tribute to the eighteen year old boys who were sent to Viet Nam
Was to be chill, chillin, and chillax’in as a tribute to those soon gone.
We were groov’n, and groovy, beatnik style, but we...

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Sixty-eight! What the heck. I look in the mirror and see another me.
I am twelve inside. Can’t anyone else see? 
My sense of humor is hilarious just like it always was.
I am young at heart;...

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From afternoon siesta nap
        with clear focus of mind
 in holey torn vest a barefoot child leapt -
   out bed and door and gate 
 ...

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Their voices the same as I remember
Simon and Garfunkel and a simple guitar
Bringing the seventies immediately back to my mind
My hip hugger bell bottoms and embroidered blouses smile again

Their folk song brought back lava lamps...

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Suddenly September reveals itself
steel grey clouds and dreary rain; 
it’s twelve o'clock, but the sun is hidden.
I lean against the damp deck railing
a Brown truck’s backup horn pierces 
the distant din of traffic, but at...

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I roll quickly away from my childhood cave
wanting more sun, music, dancing, delight in my life
no one follows me, glad I am gone

Berkley calls, and I answer her.
Enthusiastic now beyond any other sense I have...

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