Long G string Poems

THREE WAYS of Swiping the World Cup

"It is sweet and fitting/glorious to lay your life down for your country » - from a poem by HORACE

(See my story selected to represent France in the 2006...

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No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained ...

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When it comes to the future we all have different dreams
I like to give the whole picture without skipping scenes
I just want a girl with a good heart who's booty struggles to fit in jeans
Am...

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When I go home damn
Its really quiet 
Never thought I'd find this amount of white noise
In the pitch black face silence 
As I flip scenarios of something like self inflicted violence
making, my room, look....just a...

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My Parents were too busy getting drunk to care for me as a child
Bullied at school, mocked for not being sane
Bipolar mixed with depression and anxiety I couldn't stop the pain
But I will find a...

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timing is everything
pretty much anytime 
anyhow anyplace                    

morning noon or evening     ...

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They enter the strip
joint like the last 
flurrie of flakes.

She hears the music,
hears the voice of the 
D.J. Wind, enters on cue.

Her cold poles await her 
as she moves to the beat.
One south, one north.
She works them both.

They call...

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Ok, this is gonna be a poetic airstrike, like it was over Baghdad.
I've been told my slams are god-like, and dakarai, you're being slayed on my writing 
pad!

I've done ripped out your heart, now I'm...

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T'is urgent Mr.Moon,
You don't want to be a slacker;
Respond to me ASAP
Regarding my mere matter.

No resentment in my bones,
No anger and no fury.
Time is ticking on the clock,
Before I face the jury.

Me- I'm small and...

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Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows

Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt...

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PLEASE SAVE US MANATEES
     By The Poets Listed After the Poem

Practically perfect people in speedboats tease us manatees.
Long ago, as “mermaids,” we could swim the seas free as the breeze.
Even though...

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linda puts on her lipstick and brushes her blond hair

pulls up her garterbelt and g-string underwear

a black mini skirt and a shirt with no bra

he buys her condoms and sends her off onto the night

to...

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I'm tired of rappers bragging about things that make no sense
We get it, you're going to have sex with our girls because you're unable to get your own girlfriend
What good is you wearing a diamond...

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I'm making this a special affair, so soupers, chant my name.
This site is about to witness a poetic warfare, my favorite game!

My words will be like bombs over Baghdad, the couplets like an airstrike.
With this...

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now the sun made love to the moon
in a transgender afternoon 
will be like you, will be like me 
blame fimininty, blame under Y trinity 
for the crescent got pregnant by a star 
how Islamic...

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I’m cursed since I have a specialty that I can see, 
X-ray vision is my power.
People often say one thing while doing another,
Preaching from their ivory tower.

“Man up!” we obeyed every command of our big...

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daytime begins doesnt mean the nightmare ends.elvis lives doesnt mean he's at home.
walking around like a dead man walking,breathing through a tube.
hands cold and brittle hair falling out in patches.
a once handsome youg man turned...

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Pooper Scooper
Scooper Pooper
I like to watch my cat
tip its hat
in its tea.
but only for me
thats why you'll see me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high.
Thats why you wont find us
with a stigh
in our eye.
No it's not...

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Dearly beloved  those gone but not forgotten  masqueraded in blood and  gore  wrists slit themselves in protest they were being optimistic. In a peculiar protest took one for the team, fully...

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Ninety-seven percent of all U.S. currency
Contains a trace amount of cocaine
Sniffing your George Washington's every day
Causes a mellowing of the brain

If we were able to live on Planet Mercury
Each year is only 88 days there...

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I've had my eye on her for awhile, and it's time to express my desire.
Like Dolce and Gabanna, she's got style that's more exotic than sapphire!

She has such elegance like Princess Di, and I've studied...

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THINGS WITH STRINGS

Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.

Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making...

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It was the Emperor's birthday. 
The Coliseum was sold out.
All over the Cityyou could hear  
The people laughs and shout. 
First came on the animals 
In the early evening heat' 
Not much fun once...

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they were up there, on the stage,
" exotic dancers", the term they 
gave; the tall one "Avalanche", 
the shorter, "Aurora"

long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful
steps so Avalanche, her marble feet 
pure snow

they intertwined and caught...

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My guitar just called out your name,
I wasn’t even thinking of you.
I went to pick it up, brushed the guitar strings…..
And my guitar just called out your name.
 
Maybe I’m going insane,
But I even heard...

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