Long Buttering Poems

When Marjorie Boyd and Tania Evans spotted each other on the first day of 
primary school, it was like a chemical reaction went off in their brains, compelling them to attack each other. Mrs Banks,...

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Yes! As faithful followers of Jesus Christ only His redemptive love is able to cancel out The Critical Race Theory! The Black Lives Matter movement was opposed to the All Lives Matter movement. They never...

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Here's the truth @my about P.D.
I will knock you off your key bored rapidly
Envy you are, of my ghetto rhyming slam
Shh!!Who really cares who I AM
"lmfao!"Your slam back was a lame attack
My poetic illusions will...

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A weasel wibble wobbling can be said to have ingested copious amounts of indemonstrable indelible ink today as it soared into doorways, hallways, cloakrooms, and buffet tables. Buffet tables are neither buffaloes or bongos. In...

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Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you?
The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two,
The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on,
Their patience was exhausted as I sat buttering a scone.

I...

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They sit at the red Formica table, quietly buttering their morning toast,
while watching her through the window glass.  It is as much a daily
routine, as brushing their teeth.  How disappointed they would be,...

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Oh how very marvellous then. Synchronised shopping in a ship stream. Level out no lever in a gale. And swarm to sale rails like oversized tanks on waves of euphoric energy excursions. When waving rattles...

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As a young teen I sadly confess, I dreamt of becoming an actress.
A class assignment drew me to Warner's  in D.C., where I
brushed up against black history..
I stumbled into a meeting of the NAACP.
The...

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Pet Rocks Take Over
              

Pet Rocks come from down in Mexico way
You cannot put a price on pleasure
.95 cents was once upon...

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The wooded path came to an end
Next to a sparkling pool
The water deep and clear as glass
And icy, icy cool

I looked to see the waters source
When looking up I found
The crystal waters, from snowy peaks...

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Is there anything important left to say?                            ...

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American politicians are doing
what they always do
Making gunsmoke promises,
buttering up voter you
And the monkey chump voters
fall for it every time ... 
banana peel slipping for the lying
When it comes down to choosing
between helping the rich...

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Black Seed by Black Seed

Every day the same people
at the same table 
at the rear of the cafeteria.
The maiden, 35 at least, 

is gray at the temples,  
sour at the mouth.
The widow, 55, waves...

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If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When peace and stillness sway in people, homes, and places
When earsplitting music in alcohol selling places, cease
When even the foul and abusive drunks have...

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Every day the same people
at the same table
at the rear of the cafeteria.
The maiden, 35 at least,
 
is gray at the temples, 
sour at the mouth.
The widow, 55, waves
a cigarette like a wand.
 
Girdled and...

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Yellow spreads her flowered self all along my lane,
asking only for some warmth and a little rain.

She might pose as Daffodil or enjoy the fame
of the seeded beauty which bears our sun’s own name.

Yellow makes...

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The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing,...

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Raining again, paper, pen,
switch on the kettle, sigh again.
Bread in the toaster, egg in the pan,
Dear sir or Madam, I don't think I can
write this missive, explaining circumstance,
it's too near the knuckle, to your tune...

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Moments become wet steppingstone
over a stream of consciousness.
At breakfast, a TV delivers omens
with a perky disposition.
Buttering grilled bread, distracted by normality,
slipping through the well-greased gears
of a self-made reality,
then a singing hint of burnt toast
ripples through...

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They sit at the red Formica table, quietly buttering their morning toast,
while watching her through the window glass.  It is as much a daily
routine, as brushing their teeth.  How disappointed they would be,...

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They came toward me as a snotty group of two
Sniveling and snarling
Complaining 
I could tell they had already been picking
My innards out of my chest before I arrived
I listened to them 
But did not hear
Because...

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All damage is collateral
When you don't care if you're hit.
You want to turn a corner
Because your circle doesn't fit

You wait for an apology
but you're too tongue-tied.
Is that a letter-bomb
Or a Red Cross stone?

Grandad was a...

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A timed lesson in diameter of dialogue is akin to eating a vast amount of bean. But buttering a heron should never really be performed in a new moon. So hesitate not by the tropical...

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Its Christmas Eve
he stands in line with snowflakes in his hair
with men and women tired and lost
whom life did not treat fair

He gazes at the shuffling mob
that crowd the city street
lining up at heaven's door
their...

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Courageous heart of a lion
Never to give up, you have to keep trying
Join me in the struggle song,
As we continue to stand true and strong
Lift every voice, there should be no silence
I want you to...

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