Long Cleanest Poems

Here's the deal, friends...
   This is, as indicated, the THIRD 1/3 of this very lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts! 
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Beat model, the truth

I just defeated a temptation see
Deal was soo good but then I thot o revelation
Fought it to the ground like a superpower nation
Stillitroselikeaboxerthrowingthrowingpunchesinmydirection
My goodness

		And Jehova’s my witness
It is hard be-in a righteous...

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One day I saw this beautiful lady and I was hoping, begging she'd come stop 
by my Petrol Station. It was the best in town. It had the cleanest oil and the 
cheapest prices. My...

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nibbling at the bit & quaking in our shoes
we trudge in a thirsty & bare balance through the sand
looking up ever so often to flip off the sun
for it beats down
harsh & unending
with the relentless...

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ME AND COUNTRY’S LEGENDS OF FOREVER

Do I wake to you or the cosmos?
Do I wake to singing birds chirping as if there’s a fire?
or a chorus of you Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog
sung by...

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Cup does runneth 
over, rhyme inside'a 
me at last, was 
barren and so 
empty til inside 
there drops a 
splash,

of rich poetic 
potions mixed with 
collard greens and 
hash, let's picture 
hours after the 
economy...

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I am writing to you because I know you have a wish.
I have been thinking diligently about your wish. It is not
going to be easy but I think it can be done. First I am...

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I know that I’m not perfect, just go and ask me wife.
At times she’s kind of said - I’m the bane of her life,
but on her better days she wouldn’t trade me for a thing,
and...

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Stung with the absence of his father, he excruciatingly rumbled deep inside of his mother’s womb. 
He stormed out already filled with disappointing void. 
The mother’s joy was of uncertainty. 
Memories of her husband, flashed...

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From the Instrumental Oh by CIARA

Music playing 

Goals 

This is for my businesses 
That you trying to get off the ground 
It's going to happen for you
This go round
Put in the work 
Put in the...

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when caucasians talk about

spreading iodine & baby oil on themselves in order to

sit out in the sun

and

burn themselves to a different color,

it makes me think of those girls who

milk the tanning huts during the winter...

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I always wondered where the dirt came from, cleaning had me in a rut.
I don’t allow shoes inside, and with air conditioning, I keep the windows shut.
My mother said it came from dirt goblins, they’re...

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I'm not sure what God sprayed
                             ...

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Hey Mr Doggy, you are as tall as me
I am doing you a favour, stand still and you will see
I am going to wash and dry you, and make you smell so nice
Because at the...

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The sound of 
the wind is 
the
 wind that 
makes the 
sound

what is a 
sound?
What is a wind?
What is the sound?
What is the 
wind?

What is the 
sound of the 
wind?

Censored the 
sound is 
shimmering
to fissure...

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Wither-all to compensate for bending neurons break
I can sometimes see from close or far
the ashes of an endless burning stake
Cosmos shape reflected in my jar.

Arise once more the Phoenix of crucible spent
arrest the tide of...

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If only they knew all the heartbreak I've been through they wouldn't ask all the 
questions that they do. If only they knew my deepest darkest most secret feelings 
they couldn't judge me the way...

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Relieve that stress and undue tension, First Annual Poetry Soup Convention!
Come to Maine this early September, (as long as you're a paying member) ...

A smorgasbord...

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i am the filthy beauty
on sale in streets and hoods
of a man market bristling good
in nights of naira and dollar
dark of rainbow heart, singing
“after the reggae play the blues…….
even your boo get a boo……….”

i am...

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You chose me off the the thorny pine lake
                          ...

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"This might be of no value to your  instinct though,
Losing my presence might cause your flesh nothing,
Basically to the wisdom surrounding this lost age.
But speculatively would hurt the cleanest and sacred spirit willing to...

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“HANDS ACROSS THE WATER, HANDS ACROSS THE SKY”


I sit on the cleanest 
side of the house, 
from 9 in the morning 
until 11 at night. 
cigarette smoke fills 
my chest as I move 
through new...

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Happy birthday Kris
For the Good Times that I’ve known
The hungry years were lean to me
Yet you made me feel at home
Searching in the darkness
For the truth to set me free
Lost somewhere in forever
Your spirit, still...

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Society claims...that we are in a economic tsunami, 
but I swear it's not affecting me. 
I'm hungry...I metamorph into the money monster. 
I gets money 24hrs & seven days a week. 
Ppl be sleep, but...

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Is there anything important left to say?                            ...

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