Long Newport Poems

MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time for a new one to be created
or just to go...

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Left my computer on 
Grabbed the keys off my desk
Packed up the RV
And we headed out West

We grabbed some snacks
Toys, clothes and some cash
turned out the lights, Fed the pets
Shot out the door, dumped the...

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"Addiction"      
WrittenBy: Billy Malloy.. 

Addiction how can you sentence me ? Who are you my judge ?.. i got Habits not leaving , nope wont even budge...William Malloy, that's my...

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I am not a politician
I have very little interest for politics 
Reminiscing on Diddy’s vote or die campaign
Rallying behind Senator John Kerry Wishing I were old enough to vote
My how things have changed
Obama’s groundbreaking history...

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1956 Newport to Bermuda Race

In June, 89 sailboats at midday
Left Newport and Narragansett Bay.

We're on the way in a 635 mile race
To Bermuda - a beautiful place.

Light winds on the first day out
Even sighted a...

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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work....

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“Shouldn't we wash the pillow cases on these pillows?”
I say while thinking back to my face in the mirror breaking out, covered in grotesque red bumps my pimples have past the point of being categorized...

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1673 Newport Murder Trial

One of my great grandfathers in my family tree
Was accused of murder in 1673.

His name was Thomas Cornell 
And they said he killed his mother Rebecca and sent her to hell.

She was...

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A few minutes ago, a loud text alert startled 
me and woke me up, and yawing
I fell off my comfortable, canopy bed:
a heartbreaking message appeared
on my black IPhone, I started shaking, 
" Pretty boy, I'm...

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I brush back
Her wave of turquoise hair
She winces but doesn’t yet
Pull back
From the salt in her wounds
And the sand on her hips

From the laughing seagulls snatching
Last night’s scrap of words
Leftover
From the plates and lips
Of Sunny...

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OLD TOWN ELEGY
  
The bridge still spans the road - with what design?
The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea
Erased and gone, with scarce residual sign
And barely more trace than near...

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Oregon Coast Vacation

My heart yearns for a place of peaceful desire
A place where the impulse of adventure will entice
Florence, Newport, and Yachats Oregon Coast where the tall pine grow
Where rivers and ocean are turquoise gradient...

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There ain’t no two ways about it man, 
it just has to be because of you.

Before you came along we could do, 
about anything we wanted to.

Man, life was great, life was great, before, 
you...

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VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and...

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Kyron comes from Wales as he was born in Newport, 
And like his older cousin was born with achondroplasia, 
He followed Gareth into the Paralympics with purport, 
Because he’s a field athlete and also a...

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I spit game proper, like a pro-batter, I got the right stroke
I work deals, like it's Black-Friday, I'm far from broke
I can't help but make the girl proud and gay
Want some of my time, like...

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Riding the rail cargo
blue sky's virgin eyes
suddenly a ride on the wild side.
Consumed like a passionate love affair
first sneaking around then a box unbarred.
There were several more boxes growing inside
tranquil the rush rolled up on...

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Tiled floor

As I view the old and the new,
The tired and the worn,
Alongside the pristine and sharply defined
The original master plan dulled
With newer, brighter inserts,
I see an untidy cohesion
A compromise
An inability to fully reinstate
Though craftsmen...

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there are places and people in America 
that are scared to death
of looking old and growing older 
where a new wrinkle or two when found is a terrible scary thing
a birthday is not celebrated but...

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Jack-y
Jack-y
Ohhhh Ms Jacky 
how you court your life’s only lover
Huff and puff and contort, the smoke of your
Newfound Newport 
(Long not short)
Lazily lacking worldly desires

If I had your sense of humour
Maybe I'd too sling new...

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there are places and people in America that are scared to death
 of looking old and growing older 
where a new wrinkle or two when found is a terrible scary thing
a birthday is not celebrated...

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What up cousin, know we haven't spoke in awhile. Ain't shit change, still 
serving these hoes with a smile. We don't get to talk anymore and trade war 
stories, just sitting in the yard me...

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He observed the no smoking sign as he puffed his Newport 
on the subway platform on his way downtown to the bank 
still buzzin' from the cheap wine and malt liquor he drank, 
as a...

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The Bermuda Race


Don't sail the Rum Line lads

To that beautiful isle is quite bad.

600 miles heading just South South East

Is not the way to tame the beast.

A straight course sailors say:

"You can't win that way."

Newport...

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In the middle of the night, I still hear the call of his night bird. 
Our love is like a white winged dove, singing on the edge of seventeen. 
Yet, I stand back because nothing...

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