Long Cash in hand Poems

I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to share
Bags and pans, old kettle, and old man
The scavenger, the...

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Trans PORT Station
a hard look in side at how power is misused no one can glide upon rusty shells they tiptoe on the path well meaning people do wrong to innocents in the name of...

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They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.

But almost...

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Luisa ran from where she’d stood
at the approach of the crowd,
they wanted no whores on their street,
and had told her so fairly loud.
Some threw metal cans, road debris,
as they pushed on, deadly close,
then she found...

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Down in a cabin built by Daddy’s hand, 
On the far side of her Grandpappy’s land,
Long now forgotten but once filled with life,
Daddy and Momma as husband and wife…
And only one child survived Momma’s womb
Down...

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This mental scene came over me while finishing my abnormal psych final: 
A pack of about 12 guys all wearing
Sweat pants and no undergarments
Porn stars
No white dwarfs here...
They are headed into the strip club for...

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In the midst of modern day's fray—
The leaders with dispiriting sway,
—make the youth feel small and humbled,
Their potentials wilted, withered, crumbled.
Education, once a glittering star—
Now merely a launchpad.

The city's fruitless search for jobs
Entices graduates to...

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I knew a man who always traveled,
 he worked hard and was ever on the go.
He said that he would like to own property,
 a Squire or Country Gentleman, as you may know.

I could not...

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More gift cards

What is it with people and the money they dream of I’m not a money person, cash in hand is ok 
Perhaps a small account is enough for everyday use to repair a...

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1/18/17



Among so many rocks and leafs
As well as animals that squawk or squeak
Talk is cheap

Many things considered a dime a dozen
Like limes and onions

You're either with or against the clock
Whether it is continually making sense...

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I keep wondering if happiness is only for a chosen few 
I guess  it's for the lighter skin or the persons born in wealth 
I can  only guess 
I keep fighting for this...

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While my head slumps low, on both crouching knees,
my meek soul doesn't know, rhyme nor reason seize,
on both crouching knees, while my head slumps low,
rhyme nor reason seize, my meek soul doesn't know.

There'd be a...

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Drug dealers sell not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you look to score,
trolling back alleys, daunting and stark.

A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
pummeling the ground with...

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They want to be skin and bones with plastic wasters, 
They want to be stupid, they want to be famous, 
Fake, superficial and contagious, 
"She don't want your love, 
She wants your money, boy." 

Modern...

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In blazing sun she stares through dusty eyes
from bombed out building, huddled with her kin
counting the hours until the next one dies
and waiting for the next raid to begin.
She longs for nights free of gunfire...

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Waking up at the crack of dawn
No re-collection of the night just gone
A lethal cocktail he had consumed
Out cold all night is what he assumed
Unaware of the crime he'd committed
Horrific details now being submitted
No choice...

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She pulls up in her big black Cadillac, 
says “Hey boy, c’mon, get in”,
and I know it’s another night of shame
plastered to the walls of my soul.
It’s the same every time,
first wine, then the dirty...

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