Long Blood bank Poems

Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for...

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MY BLOOD
By Curtis Johnson

A motorized blood bank came to our church today, and I decided to donate blood.
I don't know if her needle was too soft or whether my skin was too tough, but the...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté:
Fermented, sour liver compost

I know, 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air...

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'You are so enjoyable! '
'I enjoy the hell out of you! '
Is it possible to give another greater praise? 
What on earth would it be? 
'I love you' is so fraught with expectations...
Not wanting to...

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I once dated a fella named Bella,
whom I met at a party in a cellar,
I told him I was born in Pennsylvania,
he said he came from somewhere in Transylvania…
Said he worked at the blood bank...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Black Inventors
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2013

Black 
Inventors
are 
the forgotten,

There's 
no mention
of them
in 
America's
history 
books -

And 
school
goes on
as usual,

America,
is
not
telling the
truth -

Like 
the lie
they
continue
to tell
about
Christopher
 Columbus -

Did he 
really
discover
America,

when 
Native 
Americans
were
already 
here?

What 
are you
afraid 
of
America?

It's time to
re-write 
the 
 history
books;

This time,
include
black 
history,
and
all 
that we
contributed,
to this 
country -

Teach
the  children
the truth -

America,
let them
 know
that:

Dr. Charles Drew
(a black...

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The Haunted House

‘Room to Let’ the signage read, 
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.

When I knocked upon the door,
a voice called out, “Please enter.”
“Hello,”...

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through the eyes of real 
selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many
whose hopes and dreams were 
snuffed out—
like the flame of a candle 
in a winter-wind storm....

through the eyes of real
not just metaphorically; but literally 
generations...

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The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought their ticket to heaven and hell
The goats refused to listen...

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Lot of money being made in death sales,
plenty pints of iron-copper deposits
Body bags coin-wrapped
are rolling out of the blood bank sin-ters
to the holey pocket hospitals

Everybody knows the 911 cellular bar code:
Zinc life is an Alloy...

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bleed'n ink
like a river 
slithering 
around mountains
through valleys
and over cliffs
gushing out
falling free
all the ink 
that's in me
I urge 
to bleed 
personal possessive pronouns
in front of your name
and every endearment
personal possessive pronoun this
personal possessive pronoun that
personal...

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A.W. Nutter

My breath suspended in the air
The forest adorned with frost
Fleeing from the Devils lair
Carrying a soul already lost

Wandering in a maze of emotions
I hear their strained voices calling
Pleas of concern an artful allusion
Must remain...

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Political debate
Sense and nonsense;
Emotional postures

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Strange faces
Prowling vampires;
Blood bank rapture

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Another field day
Fiery speeches;
Free-for-all postures

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Scramble around
Hustle and bustle;
"Vote for me!"

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Easy promises
Entertaining smudges;
Crazy claims galore

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Witness here
Good, bad, and ugly;
Vote with eyes open

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Empty talk hurls
Acidic vitality;
Bizarre entertainment!

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Floodgates open
Hungry ghost...

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Written September 11, 2013


Well I was just a boy
Living down in San Fransisco
In the city by the bay
And I wanted more from life
Than my childhood could give
Every time I crossed a bridge
The whole town burned...

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There once was a girl name of Hood
who walked tall, as every girl should.
She tossed over her head
a cover of bright red
and ventured out into the wood.

She carried a black riding crop
and critters she’s stop...

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Still of weeping rank
At Blood Bank
And a Monster to tackle
In Transfusion circle;
Donors to save their pints
Or get ready to be clients
For the fiercest legal battle
That could The Bones rattle
Of their counsels: Baker or Sawyer
Widely judged...

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Without being able to see his face, 
I most certainly could hear his low voice; 
He was beckoning me to come to him, 
this vampire was the farthest thing from grim;

To look upon him you...

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Matters climb the chest wall
Fingers clutch in sweaty palm
In a bow forming a fist
A burning disastrous fire
Singes the heart hot
Heat pains at a gradual space
Slice through the veins opening
Blaze the blood bank
Expanded ribs express their...

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