Long Blown up Poems

According to Larry Hoover inmates are forced to type intimidating letters to fbi informants after my face was blown up with a car bomb the prison system began flying kites after all it was clear...

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YOUR TERRORISTS THREATS INTIMADATION ONGOING 23 YEARS NOW AS YOU AND CIRO COLLECTED A STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT OF BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY WHILE BLACKMAILING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND OVER THAT ARSON MURDER TO FALSIFYING...

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I don't see you.
I've been searching my whole life,
But still, I don't see you.

When I was a wee lad
I looked for you ...
My mother's smile,
My father's toil,
My brother's refuge,
My sister's amity ...
I didn't see you.

Thanksgiving,...

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I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2)
(Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically)

Poem’s Introduction
My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about letting go of an effort to be liked by others, and allowing others to gravitate...

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I don't know how it started

But it's an annual event

But I don't think that an egg hunt

Is the best way to present

The story of our saviour

Chocolate eggs you go and find

I don't think that's the...

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BEING A POLITICAL PRISONER HAS IT'S DRAWBACKS I GUESS WHILE RECIEVING TERRORIST THREATS TRYING TO JUST MAINTAIN A DAILY REGIMENE RATHER ITS PICKING OF MEDICATIONS FROM THE PHARMACY A SENSE OF DREAD ARISES CAUSE YOU...

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You were an Afghan, Farid Khan by name,
A name less known to the world today.
You ran away from home,
Because your own step-mother plotted against you.
Now you were runaway-Khan!

You chose to be a knight-errant,
Soon became a...

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take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street
tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please
as busy as a bee making sweet history
there's a battle for your...

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When we were kids, kids we were without no pain or fears,
we’d do the ‘devilish’ of things to impress our peers.
The biggest dare or bravest feat would for the pack be tried.
Lord knows now when...

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I hate my life 
My souls are damaged it’s full of pure hell that I can’t take it back it’s like listening to that awful country depression music that you can’t stand and you just...

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Northerners are heading south 
Blue and Orange in an east coast bout 
Right now individuals who are sweet and peach 
Relaxing sunning on a Tampa Bay beach 
Not showing power 
To those folks on an...

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Wake not to feel that all is maya  all futile all cyclic dust
           even if it were so the pain lingers   pain...

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More than 1,000 men, sometimes women
forced to clandestine detention centers.
Relatives mystified as to there whereabouts.
Some Russian troops bribed 
with money, weapons or ammunition.
Returning gave rise to evidence
of rape to both women and men,
constant beatings rendering...

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Iambic pentameter is all about the syllables, which ones are loud, and which ones are soft.
Baboon has two sounds – ba, and boon, a soft sound, and then a loud sound.  High school also...

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Earth's Tragic Events 


Earth's tragic events 
Seem to crawl upon us, 
Anniversaries of deadly happings 
Spread across our atlas. 

Today marks an anniversary 
Of the San Francisco earthquake, 
It happened back in 1906 
The earth...

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this may be hard to believe, but it's true.  will be written in prose for my sanity's 
sake (too late, dummy!!)...let's begin our story....
in the 70's, as a musician, I had a band with...

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I recall it was just the other day
Featured in the daily for which we pay
Your blown-up photo splashed across
The front page for all to gloss
Your background and your virtues extolled
For your wedding bells were soon...

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They once cheer-led the working class,
until they were useful no more,
now they call all of them ‘racist,’
to be hated and deplored.
Ignoring that it’s wholly sane
to fear losing a scarce job
to an illegal immigrant,
to be well...

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time fails to stop
off the planet i may
drop.

 ... from here 7~12~17 ...
...down added for poetrycontest...

tihs writer hasnt a clue about all the names or forms
of poetry...
we do no write poems ... we can write...

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What if stars are actually planets blown up, millions of years ago.
What if they are merely remains of other galaxies,-other living beings. 
Or perhaps they are debris left over travelling at the speed of light...

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We said goodbye

You and I

Tossed a coin

Who would cry

You won

Time went by

You went on to marry Joe

I got blown up

From head to toe

Along came baby, Jill

Your pride and joy

Such a thrill

I started the long road...

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Here's a little story that needs to be heard
about an old couple who lived in the hood
firecrackers blazing outside there window pane
folks had insisted the couple was insane
take heed to the reader as best as...

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If the writing's on the wall you know who wrote it
If something needed to be said, you know who spoke it
If something needed to be started, you know who provoked it
If the writing's on the...

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Natural compassion,
like unnatural hate,
is left hemisphere teachable
and right hemisphere contagious.

Perhaps also like hate
(fortunately I know less about this 
journey in misfortune)
compassion cannot mature
through merely didactic reasoning,
words,
thoughts
devoid of healthy/pathological
safe/danger
anticipation/anxious feelings

Positive communication experience
commitment
predicts healthy integrity

Nurturing
and nutritional support

Nature's...

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