Long Manslaughter Poems

and my CNN opened on a breaking news on a dark street in Libya, about Nigerians chained to be sold as slaves.
the television slide and roved over,
their tears shattered and their blood spoke of pains...

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2 puberty's
physical
mental
several years before your midlife crisis
about the time you will realise
criminals
dealing drugs and death
would make more money stealing art supplies
the psychology of swears
they wear on their sleeves
eventually demand a life lesson to be learned

the...

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Today, I stand at candor’s peak
And yet, they all still look down on me
A prosecution of the persecuted, shall I witness
As Damocles’s sword hangs over my head
Today, I looked at the man who decides my...

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...When we heard of his loss we took it hard,
at first it was very hard to believe,
and it made me double my efforts to
moderate my own debauchery.

But within a year it all began again,
this time...

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Kneeling in the median, crying, crying, what have I done?
Oh the pain, the pain wishing the past was undone.
I have no hope for my wretched life, now that I am alone.
The horror of a dying...

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I don't know why a story should start with a boy hanging himself cause he was giving freedom to see life & have a kiss with his lips! 
Then, the pages moved on and on...

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What would it take
to understand
a right to life
includes a right to choose well-being
or failure
for one's internal identities,
organs,
organisms?
AND
A right to choose
self-embodied empowerment,
health,
is a right to life redemptive choice
over deadening felt loss
of continuous healthy lifetime,
now present
and on...

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I m p r i s o n e d.
   C o n f i n e d.
      D e t a i n e d.
  ...

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As the door to my prison cell slammed shut.
   It was then I realized just how deeply my life had sunk into this rut.
And why, what was the reason that put me here?
...

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Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep. 
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way. 
I'm the son you'll reunite with...

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Truly those days were fun,
Little children playing each,
With a fine decorated toy gun,
Life was serious yet catchy;
And we were easily convinced
‘ Sit back, I will buy you Akara’,
Was enough to pacify and evinced.

I can still...

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A man acquainted with sorrows and grief
be it then was bruised for our relief
the ones  ruling over them kept them in pain
but struck was he so we might Life regain
 
All like sheep have...

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In "The Shootist", J.B. Books is not feeling up to snuff.
He has cancer. What are the concerns
of a man dying.

To die
commensurate with the way he lived his life.
Books dies in a gunfight.
McIntosh dies in the...

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A dark room with a small wooden desk, no lamp
A thick pad of paper and a typewriter, never used
Like a museum exhibit, though they aren’t allowed to gather dust
And dead flies and moths, a pack...

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In the winter of 1873, Alfred Packer was hired to guide a prospectin' trek.
In the San Juans of Colorady they'd heard of gold that they wanted to check.
Alfred claimed that in Colorady minin' camps he'd...

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Written: November 08, 2023, For John Lawless Contest

Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street. Quote by Zig Ziglar
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Along...

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Let's create two cities: death and tears,
We'll name our tears shitholes because we've forgotten why we were called so by he whom power rests on his shoulders.
These memories of ours we titled death are fragments...

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Theme:  TAKE MY HAND
Title:   Pleas from a child

Take my hand and lead me away from this war torn land
To a place where I can be free and build castles in the sand

Take...

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I stand and watch inside this prison gate,
Wondering how I got here, was this to be my fate?
I only did what any man would do,
While trying to protect his family from people like you.

All through...

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The marksmen took their position a century away from the target

The silhouette shape stood defenceless at the far end of the range

A clear sign of an alarmingly unequal contest in difficult times


Fred was unhappy with...

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It's a burning sensation
Like a constant itch that you try to scratch
then you remember how the heart you held exploded in your hand
tearing through flesh, bone, and soul
as the time passes by every memory seems...

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My perception of the world is illusory art
The darkness is absolute
Women suffering violent abuse
From the one who said, “I do.”
Men and women  pushing dope
To innocent souls searching for hope 
Carjacking, kidnapping, and kids without...

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3/13/15

To many my words were gloomy
But it was absolutely groovy
As I continued to speak truly
Whether or not it was seen as spooky

They said I needed a chorus
And help from the thesaurus
Or else it would effect...

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I'm being tried for two counts of manslaughter and it's unfair.
I'm being tried because my neighbor stole thirty of my pears.
He and his wife ate them without washing them and they died.
They didn't know that...

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Black lies are what they are. Those anecdotes you tell.

My mission is to judge not, but I know you all too well.

Deception is your motivation. No remorse, nor regret, nor guilt.

Your tongue should be charged...

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