Long Low grade Poems

An Echo Poem

Original: If I Kissed It - Poem by Brian Johnston

If I kissed it, would that make it better? 
Are you needing much more than a friend? 
Would it help if I held you...

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...He snapped his fingers, and everything changed,
she was in her bed, but not her bedroom,
red walls of gore flanked poor Jean on all sides,
fire ran through seems, she heard cries of doom.

“This shall be you...

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12/13/21


As of now, I got no mate
Working toward my own place
Another tragedy
Another casualty
Becoming a cold case
Zero evidence they could locate
Something sentimental
Something special
Stashed in a gold vase
People continuing to show hate
As a nation
A lot of saturation
Too...

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Zika Virus What Next

It is officially announced, there is a global health emergency...
World Health Organisation (WHO) has just issued this health warning...
The rapid spread of the Zika Virus is an international public health emergency..

From its...

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in the language of personal amplification
you'd think it was all a scam
to make you drop your guard
and play patty cakes with Evil
job 3 was to rearrange your molecules
into an actual you
capable of withstanding
the outcomes you...

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It’s Faint Paddies Day
everyday,
from my oxy scarce commuter view

At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude,
death is always on the dispatch menu

Faint Paddies 
be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll
Cry babies
be diaper blues potty wailing —...

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Gratitude attitude grow
Peacock attitude away throw
Though temptations line up in a row 

Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt
Under no circumstances invective blurt
Because so doing grows you curt

Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets
As you blow trivial trumpets
Deriding,...

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Time travel has always fascinated man
Could UFOs be steered by human hands
Consider this premise before you say no
So called “grays” resemble human embryos

Evolution proceeds, gene pool depleted
Mind power expanded but bodies weakened
Future man looks back...

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A LOW GRADE NAUSEA HAUNTS MY CONSTRICTING THROAT
FATIGUE CREEPS, SERPENT-LIKE, THROUGH MY VEINS
A DARKNESS SO BRIGHT IT BURNS IS SLOWLY CONSUMING ME...
AND ALL I CAN DO IS SCREAM, SILENTLY, 
YOUR HALLOWED NAME...

OH GOD AND THE...

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Thoughts of last year turn to the quickened beat of my heart
to learn that my grandchild was ill, and we lived so far apart.
"Mom, can you please come to us?" That's all she had to...

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Their March

So, you dropped by to learn where the Future soon will be
And what the fascist’s creed will ultimately decree.
Constructed oh so steadily by Republican traitor calls
The fascist acid seeping through our legislative halls

Broadcast destructively...

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It's getting late-time to leave for work,
where we've lost our first to the red Wuhan curse.
I'll be strolling the halls with his freshly minted ghost.
Hopefully it won't loathe me, I pray it leaves me alone-
Everyone's...

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It takes the execution of a long journey
to get the taste of a properly refined honey.

Development is slow carrying a bad odour
modernization is persecuted with a huge censor.

Low in ranking, depressing in status
a satisfactory hub...

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Leaves, like reprobate angels, fall
Trees, nude gods (?), welcome the winter
Rainbow colors on sky-linter...?

Birds, their hatchlings, to go home, call
Days, like shade of low-grade jade, fade 
Nights slow-down, of their dusk, afraid

Frenzy fog tries to...

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Steely conceit,
low-grade manufactured lies
Stolen property:
iron crowbar kiss the tinted window glass
before the face paint dries
Idol chassis things 
rolling off the conveyor belt
Humble beginnings — 
discarded memories ... slag from the smelt
Silver dross assembled self,
triple A...

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The Bus Trip 
We are driving to Cascais on Sunday my wife wants to take 
the bus she thinks we are too old to drive 300 miles. 
On the bus, you might risk sitting by...

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In light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs
ting under the rising flames of sunlight,
sounds of tin are stretched into rhythm.

He arises, rolls off the edge of comfort
tramples on himself as if he had 
a baggy skin.

Morning on...

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If not this, then that,
arguments fall flat,
our ire 
grows as we contract,
with love and light lacked,
cold fire
forms with fears a pact;
being ego backed,
we tire.

Objects we aspire
and seek to acquire,
they fade
because thoughts we hire
around dark desire
don’t...

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Politiker niedrig carbon auß
Low grade carbon Politicans go!
Ihr seid nicht nuztfoll kein wert
Kein ahnûnug
You are of no use, you are mindless
Cronies.' 
Der zukunft ist heir im Berlin heute
2024, die leüte sind rau! sie whërte
Du bist...

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