Long Blowing smoke Poems

Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
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Your searching for something you can touch;
Looking for the same things to love, with no results;
and it's hard to believe;
Hard to receive;
Your shucking and jiving;
ducking and diving;
wondering and why ing. . . your trying to
Buck...

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(Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer.
Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) 
words
Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting
Bin Laden with
delusions of g,
Being a lefty, I blame...

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One day goes by and you would think my luck sustained from before would carry over
but erupt goes the bad luck and my emotions run amuck
'till it's time to go home
It's simply easier to quit,...

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I would help the air by blowing smoke 
into outer space. 
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.

Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain, 
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.

Oooooh!
I...

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Man the way people boast, can't miss it, it's on TV radio, plus they post coast to
coast. We love poking out our chests, boasting I'm the best, to hell with the rest. Laughing like it's...

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Warlords love the crack cackling sound ...
faint vapors smelled worldwide, 
when twine toking on the choking peace pipe

Lying lips huffing and puffing,
blowing smoke out the barrel rear end

Frontal sphincter holes
open and close ... 
Pre-negotiated spoils...

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One day ‘cross the meadow by Diggory Spring
I saw an amazing and curious thing
A wee little fellow no bigger than that
Was puffing a pipe blowing smoke through his hat

He had a small bottle of something...

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Like any family, mine’s the same, they leave Mama with the dirty Chores.
You’d think with Trolls, and Dragons, and such… There’d be magic galore!
But I concede defeat at Pooper Scooping Time, my sons taught everyone...

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Mall stores are closing;it's ten p.m.;
But the parking lot action is about to begin!  
The first car pulls in ,followed by car number two.
Eight more will show up before they're all through.
You'll find red...

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Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks;
the bodies merge -
 men, women, teenagers, children, babes...

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They project at night in the wee hours looking
to see what they can harvest
Be still so that you can grow to know peace or else
the lessons reaped will be the hardest
They don't know your reach...

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Whenever I hear someone say 

I was always taught to believe
in myself and I can be and achieve
anything I want and put my mind to

The sky is the limit dare to dream
and don't let anyone...

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Stress, worry and concern keep me awake.
They nudge my shoulder if I should sleep.
We smoke cigarettes at my kitchen table,
blowing smoke-rings until late morning hours.
They sit in the ashtray giving nasty predictions
of things to come,...

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Art Gallery. Museum. Parks. Zoo.
Cultural Events.
Glazed like raku pottery
In charcoal rainbows warbled all dark
On pidgeon necks
Like hell’s angels, dumbed,
Blowing smoke through your mind
In a haze of dreams
The city is made of a giant fractal wart
On...

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If I Could But Make Her Love Me

By Rick Rucker

If I could but make her love me, 
By any means at hand,
There would always be blue skies above me
Everywhere in the land.

That doesn’t seem too...

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High Noon Antics

High noon, the time was set upon this arid, sultry day
The guns would set against the other, quick-draw style
In speedy rivalry and bid to have their final say
With keen eyed rapid movement versatile

This...

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Dark, twisted stiletto,
Crouched and feral at the end of my bed.
It’s my night off tonight, 
Or it was supposed to be until the doorbell rang.
Show him on up, a girl has to eat.

Hello again sir,...

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Here someone goes again, blowing smoke out their pipe.
Just going with the flow, using a common stereotype.
Here's a black man, I wonder how many kids he has on child support.
If he's late to a meeting,...

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can you imagine my disappointment...I believed her
...she might of been the one...that one woman 
that has eluded me my whole lifetime...but...
...she...she was...

she was just blowing smoke up my ass...

story of my life...it's just never right...so many...

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Backyard Mechanic
by Bob Moore © 2019

I’m a guy of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, a Ford man, or a Holden or two
we didn’t bother with garages, if the car broke, we knew what to do
We only...

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There are thing that I have done.
There's a place to which I run.
There's mistakes that I made this day, 
but when I made them, I made them my way. 

When this country was made and...

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Rat a tat tat tat
What do ya think about that

Brushing the cobwebs outta my memory
Woke up and I was all alone, except for you

Pieces of my brain all over the place
Naked with a new tattoo...

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When they are blowing smoke out of their ears because they are so angry with me
It is my job to calm them down.
It rarely happens except when I write a little note.
When they come at...

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I can't believe how much I've grown
From the little girl I've known
Who was very scared and shy
Hoping one day I could try
To find others who could be
Part of a community
I was in for quite a...

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