Long Grunge Poems

Night one on the new river, the campfire is spirited
and the future appears hospitable,
everyone has their rations, everybody is resting their pride
for on an expedition epic to each man and for a republic as well
souls...

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Love to me is not just a word,
Not fleeting whispers barely heard.
It’s not soft petals or sunshine's kiss,
It’s chaos, its fire, it’s raw, pure bliss.

A force untamed, both wild and true,
The marrow of my soul,...

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I remember going down to the store with ma and not knowing what to buy
It was my first day of highschool tomorrow and I knew I'd see Mara. 
Mara was hot in an unusual way....

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Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (an NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?”
Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfitters grunge to me.”
Leong...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as...

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"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
  For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
  Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
  Blimey! at...

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If deserted, was I, on an island, and was allowed only three integral items to take with me, what would they be?

If we are speaking of material things, I suppose I would take my favorite...

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Legends live their life, off the track….
God give them things, in a different pack…
Pack of pain…agony n dismay….
Which burns them hard n baptize through the way…
Then they do something, which’s remembered till the end…
N that’s...

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Yo poets, preachers, and prophets,
Here this game, cause there are two prophets,
That inspire me, to keep raging against machines of injustice,
One white, one black, one academic, the other spits music,
Two preachers, two prophets of corporate...

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I wouldn't want you to walk away
with any miscalculations about me.

I am about as wild and crazy as society will allow
without confinement for my own protection.

Whenever I read a self-marketing sign

Please Help...
Vacancies of home and...

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(sung in a heavy grunge metal)

	(spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop.
	(growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!!
(sung in metal...

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Vary Who Will Carry

When weight around you want someone to carry,
They  will vary who up with  must have to marry;
So scurry,
In hurray;
Searched and found no one which was very scary.

Jim Horn

Trump Who Had...

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Born in Aberdeen Washington 
where he hung out,

“Underneath the bridge, 
the tarp has sprung a leak”

Taught himself to play guitar, 
liked to smoke some weed,

“And the animals I’ve trapped 
have all become my pets”

Started writing...

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Washday at the Zoo

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Like a gentle tear from God
Rain splashes the windows, erasing
Marks of dust, grime and grunge
With sparkling drops, embracing
The wonders of fresh reflections
Enlightening, delighting, replacing
The stains of a troublesome world

Like a yearning from heaven
Sunlight whispers across...

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My Astrologer, ‘Sex and Love’ horoscope, for Halloween, is grim and on-trend for me.
(Libra) “Get ready to take some chill-time - give yourself the space to recover. People pleasing is out, boundaries are in!” Yeah,...

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Little children live in their own pure world;
They behave like colorful banners unfurled.
The joyous toddler takes its first tentative step.
Looking at those around, sitting seemingly inept.
He grins, waves his arms, ventures forth, falls;
For a moment...

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Chapter Seven: Spaced 
Chapter Seven: Spaced 
 
Cheph111 outward bound 
liftoff ten minus none 
 
The trip from the planet's surface was almost instantaneous the crew were 
webbed in bunks and floating in gspaces the...

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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
  
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming...

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To forgive is like taking a plunge into a nightmare. Its worse to hold a grunge but I  may find a temporary solution to why I will not make a resolution to forgive my...

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The Conference at Mantua

Ah, what a scene of tranquil learnedness! 
The scholars nurse their tomes like babes in arms: 
white locks: heads cocked to savor the address 
of Pius, in his charming Latin: balm 

floats...

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He started a club, but was completely unaware..
That many would follow, and join his despair.
Robert Johnson the first, was a pioneer of rock..
Poisoned by jealousy his life came to stop.

Another one joined and his name...

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The 50's they found Elvis
And boy oh boy could he swing
The best part about him though
Is the boy could also sing 
Of course there were many
Who tried his bell to ring
But it was only Elvis
That...

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fat monkey's with beady little eyes
wander back and forth along the kitchens edges
licking their lips and hungrily kneading their hands
while i tend the pots and kettle
wearing my best low rent apparel
and listening to only the...

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Street lights never looked so cold before.

You float adrift in a rift lost under the floor.

You're crying,

We're crying.

You're trying,

We're trying,

But we both know we deserve far worse than this.

Taking flight in empty heart's wasteland bliss.

Falling,

Bawling,

It's...

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