Long Guevara Poems

“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous...

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Kalamatsch

As a kid I played with mud in pouring rain
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It’s evolution and for sure we’ve come some automatic way since
		
               Darwin marvelled at volcanoes in Galapagos and still
		
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From time to time, people ask me
About my education.
Only then, I remember
I have no degrees or diplomas.
I attended no university either.
I hated textbooks and exams.
I still do.
That's bad education, they say.

But they don't know
I was...

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"Scarecrow"



Worldliness 
in those 
who traverse 
poets’ 
re-edited
edited 
re-edited
thoughts;
semicolan, pause
their notes;
Mark a line
crossed black
on a 
Poet’s cross
caught still 
breeze blowing 
through
tightly tied 
forgotten
Love Knots

See there, 
an entire 
field of 
a thousand or 
more
Scarecrows
nodding
fixed to one spot

Witnessing...

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Photons of Life

For millennia they remained etched in the very essence of mother Gaia herself
For eons they`ve travelled at sub-sonic speeds within the space we call the universe
They brought light to the darkest realms, casting...

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‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’

Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike

Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or Attention Deficit Disorder

But...

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Superficial Smiles by Shane Cogan

A trapped house can be worse than a prison
Cell doors open daily, a sealed house door never
Guards who snarl or smile is a guard forever
They also torture, but you found your...

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"Husk"




3 decades sucked out the marrow
Swallowed yesterdays
Spits out a Queen from the crumbling Tower

Ten of swords 
High Priestess
Tarot

Husk arisen
Papillon Lefevre will be killed and bitten
Princess supersedes Queen to conquer Life

Through 'true' Love this is written
So...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots,...

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Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
His eyes afire and shining
And he sang...

He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt
Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury,
Carreras, he sang of...

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Two vagabonds
With a dozen of dogs
Around the half eaten bread

A boy and a girl 
With the school bag and pink smile
The beggar boy and the pigeons look blank

Her boyfriend Collin
Has sent a letter that she
Cannot...

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Aspirations and desires he set out to reach,
One day he will make it and they will all be rich,
From a young age, he carried the burden,
Searching for purpose through it all,
Though it may seem like...

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I walked down jazz alleys with stingy cigarettes
and a head filled with typewriter dreams,
silently praying to sidewalk gods
for the inhaling of coconut rum, 
Chicago and Havana,
minds heavy with thoughts of steel and uranium
in the years...

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Who remembers subway token, 
Nickel, penny, silver dollar
Man who wrote his inuner story
Was he stranger to the glory?

Moonlight dust and darkness blurry
Lipstick lost its cherry color
Love transformed into tradition
Havoc mirrors intuition.
  
Acts of God correct...

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‘One has to grow hard but without ever losing tenderness.’

	I did not know that my hero was a sex god as well

	But he wrote The Motorcycle Diary without any Zen

‘Every day People straighten up the...

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soak up the side streets of Montmartre, 
Paris, 	Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less 	art combusts	then drips 

- street beggars & tourists cant

writer Rubbish pastes   lace traceries
ala mode 	decoupaging decay 	
his cut-paper layers	grace	...

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Revving the Ante

She ploughs down the sidewalk on steeled chrome
A free spirit victorious of sorts over senile dementia
Got a quad-bike for her birthday and defeats her age

Che Guevara bandana nestles her orange purple hair
Bells and...

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So tell me
about injustice and hate
Shouting stop censorship
and the KKK
How America sells lies
and blood for oil
Killing Muslims 
solely to colonize their soil
Did you forget
who begot who
About Gold, God, Glory
and slavery too
Kind of like Hitler 
exterminating...

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I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

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We are the freedom fighters, fighting for survival
Hopefully the next generation follow the same road in their arrival
I wanna make a list of the real ones
Certified legends the true dons
Nelson Mandela led the struggle against...

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Life is a diary waiting to be written

Observe
what is obvious
what is hidden
what is experienced
what is felt

A record of life
by day
by week
by year
by any moment

Twelve diary disciples did just that
Procession 1492 Columbus - America first
Progression 1660...

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“If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.”
 - Ernesto Che Guevara


S he walks head high, resilient, Che t-shirt on, crimson red
O fficially a Mistress of Passion, armed with...

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The Wind Carries His Name.

They shot him down,
silencing a man of flesh and bone.

Though as the bullets tore through him,
the wind carried his name.

Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,
over the blood soaked...

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I saw you grandma,
you were buck naked
in a Buick
and I thought 'hey you’.

I saw you on a 
`who's your baby-daddy' show,
you wore a pic 
of the killer Ernesto Guevara
on your T -
I thought 'hey you’.

Behind...

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