Long Hipsters Poems

Date:  April  2051
End of the first week of April 
late morning.

The Hakim Family was preparing 
For a quick exit. Desharah DJ 
Sashi Amadeus Amani and Jordan 
And Justin were in Desharah and
Sedanah's room...

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JACKS AND THE BOOM BOOM ROOM HISTORY AND SPOKEN WORD

Before the Boom Boom Room in San Francisco’s Fillmore District came to be, it was Jack’s.   A poppin’ groove organ funk soul jazz club...

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My boots, still burdened with the dust of Carpathian trails,
Silently slip over the gleaming tiles of an urban temple,
Where hipsters sip artisanal nectar on lazy Tuesday afternoons,
Under the impassive gaze of a Bucharest wrapped in...

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I see them, everyday,
the hipsters and the fags
in their fancy jackets,
flipping their feminine hands,
nails just cut and short.

I hear them, everyday,
the young girls getting raped 
in the night,
and you cover your ears, 'cause it's none
of...

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Mother's womb panged to be delivered.
A rift awakened, once asleep in roost,
but 4alarm crowing on steeples of burning roofs,
the foundations gone missing, on sabbatical 
crowning of burning man both in and not in the news.

...

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he licked the carving knife at every meal
the old gods hovered close
he knew who they were and furthermore
why they want to be real so badly
consequently only the curious will ever
make sense of this enmanglement
letters of...

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NYC nior in black and white

NYC nior in black and white 

Dark landscapes 1957 NYC 
of automats radio city and hotdog stands 
memories of things past 

Take us back to lucid dreams of light and...

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Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE

Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/
East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/
Up...

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Fought with the law
                               ...

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I was drifting north, looking out for work,
found myself in Iowa, in Des Moines,
a polka band was holding a concert,
they needed roadies, so I thought I’d join.

The work was easy, just moving heavy things,
and helping...

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Dear Sharon, I see no end 
To the rant of an educated mind
Once the pen is moving. I've seen A students
Butcher my writing. I remember the Fall
Of 2009, the poetry workshop at Stony Brook University,
The...

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(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/
  Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/
 Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, back when...

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There was a time years ago when the City showed its best.
With majestic hills and flowered streets, the Paris of the West.
Where business types and techno geeks discuss their politics.
While artsy fartsy folks and Hipsters...

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Spoken warriors, with rhythm words as their sound swords/
A poetry slam where words and body language put the audience in a sweaty heap/
the spectrum of a creative sound off between spoken word poetry rappers and...

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Mazsi the cat was strolling one night, 
when came down the road, a most curious sight.
A yellow striped cat with a jazzy coat,  
big brimmed hat, bow tie ‘round his throat.

Mazsi had to smile...

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•	Those Meat Pies/Tony Adamo/2011
Straight to the head groove in hip time/ lay me out man It's jam time/ Ya know the funk is slight/ It's tight/ bright syllables in five four time/Walkin' the beat on...

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I see you hipsters in rustic coffee shops with pictures of Marlyn Monroe and contemporary art, 
the girl in all black with a black beret to make her look more avant-garde and red colored hair...

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Apparently I bring out the best in you
But you only see the best in me
And I can’t help but wonder what you would do
If you could see the worst in me

Would you
Run and hide or
Jump...

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I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands.
I felt like a slot machine whore.
The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand
I abandon my past at the shore.
So, I shook off the sand, turned my...

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Things I don’t
understand
They don’t teach
that friendships and
relationships come
and go..
So really forever is
a sometimes just a
few months
They don’t teach
that sex isn’t just
sex with more than a
few bumps
That making love
doesn’t mean making
babies
That taking
responsibility
doesn’t mean blaming
And that forgiveness
faith...

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Well he wakes up early,
when the sun breaks ‘cross the land.
Then he goes out on the river,
high up on the logs he stands.
For counting twenty years now
he’s been a river-driving man.

And he don’t do anything...

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remember these rich kids
who moved from downtown 
Manhattan,
after the towers fell,
out into the uncharted territories of
Bushwick & those regions of
Brooklyn, which had once been
lined with 3 story houses (or fewer)
& whose skyline one could
see over,
when...

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Symbiosis 

Sitting on that rock 
Like a suburban mermaid, 
You look like a lost girl 
With a long sad story to tell.
So honey, why don’t we 
Mosey on over to Wide-track Town,
Where the freeways meet...

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You’re torn between two identities
never knowing which way you should go
You dream of being a big city
but you're afraid to let yourself grow

There’s some folks who want to be country
other folks want a fancier life
Live...

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I see it more and more as Fall comes in,
the fabric fears not the chill or wind,
often brushed and soft, like a blanket’s grasp,
and for many years a good one with last.
Whether it be Black...

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