Long Nickle Poems

y am.i. On this site???

to bask
in offline and/or 
     online friendship 
like quaffing from flask
with no deliberate intent 
     to antagonize nor mask
any hidden agenda - 
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(Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer.
Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) 
words
Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting
Bin Laden with
delusions of g,
Being a lefty, I blame...

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A one eyed drunken pen stares at blank paper with blury vision It begins to stuble and trip as it walks on the lines, It vomits words unsettled in its abdomen the master of this...

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My harmony is the preserver of my banality, which, when shaken and stirred by the disturbers, pump up the mouth by Words, occasionally jargons. But having a very keen eye at my aloneness I safely...

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within the under belly of
this hob bull ling Leviathan beast
induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued
within abdominal folds
finding they in creased

never diminishing, matter
whether I turn north, south, west or east
this adult desired,
soon after he envisioned
buttered crispy dish...

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“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
- Annie Oakley

Annie, has a heavy heart.
But also a light heart
	one that shines in the sun.
and regardless light or dark,
Annie’s bright heart will spark
	and spin out a round,...

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nor any greed
from one suppurating marriage
 this guy wants to be freed
with no malice this cheap tricking
   super tramping wordsmith
 of inxs ac of dc charged cheap tricks
 sans done dirty deed.

This impersonator...

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Saturday's Pub garden,
 littered with a thousand twisted cigarette butts,
 the scattered smouldering tombstones of last night's drunken dreams.
Here birthed the Friday madness wild, 
thirsting gin soaked mind of child,
 like infant nourishment craved consumed,
...

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If you go to the sea...
please throw in a stone for me...
for then the ripples that follow travel to where the earth bleeds...

They wash over the pain...
travel back around again...
coming back as the tide with...

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Bellicose Smile

Ghost wandered living lonely,
on the screaming silence street,
rubbish rattles wind blown west,
where last week walked our feet,

A dog barks in the distant haze,
spring leaps wildly on,
upon our green the grass grows,
mowers for now are...

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He stared at the pictures,
faces of the love searchers,
twenty first century wanted posters, 
scanning their rewards,
nothing pecuniary ,
preliminary,
maybe,
move on.

“Shall I advertise myself,” he thought,
no one appears sold or bought,
given to the mass,
on a screen of...

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"Love Me Or Hate Me" ~ Says the Limerick

I am only five lines written for fun
Mocking someone with foolish words of pun
Love 'em or hate 'em
You praise or condemn
A poetry form some call "hit and...

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Hammers, Slammers, Polly Pockets, My Little Pony, and Pogs
Back when my big sister collected frogs
Hello Kitty, Kerokeroppi, Badtz Maru
I'm bringing the 80's back to you
American Dolls, Cabbage Patch Kids, Kareoke Machines
These were the 80's toys...

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Avant Garde declarations of flawed misunderstanding
Ethereal hand's star cast thought's scattered materialised being
From under stones crept
To kindle fires of imagination's spawning grounds
Turned over in tumultuous caverns of repressed understanding
Unbound suddenly as spring leaves answer a...

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That man you see,
On the streets he be
Living with nothing to his name
He holds no one to blame.
You call him a bum
Doesn't matter where he has come from
Wasn't his choice to be on the street.
Living...

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Daddy never told me I was pretty
Instead he told me to be smart and study. 
Read a lot, be well-behaved and witty.
That would bring you far. Now I am muddy

And stained with hearty failures, ugly...

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somewhere smothered
under the glaring white 
lies my summer

you know

the three reasons 
I teach

June
July 
and 
August

and it's just
January

so.....
i've come to believe
just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades,
or Promethus's Fire,

it's my dreams
that melt the snow

we will...

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For the wages of sin is death...convicted and condemned now taking final breaths
In hot electric chairs and cold gas chambers
The voltage of vengeance stir onlookers with anger
They poke and they point...they scoff and they laugh
For...

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My earliest recollection was being placed in a Coca Cola cooler in a Barbershop in Virginiatown Ontario. I heard the sound of the Nickle being placed in the coin slot. Then an eager little boy...

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her body had betrayed her but never once her mind

she was sad at times although there was nothing depressing about her

she rarely felt sorry for herself mostly preying on others misfortunes

no matter what we think...

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with muse in hand
I'll take you on a walk to remember

do you remember 
when you used to be able to 
keep your windows and doors unlocked
and got to enjoy the night breeze's while you slept

do...

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The drunk fell back and tumbled over garbage cans,
not amusing as he dropped like a stone.
His arms tightened as he tried to brace
for impact,
Oh, what a disgrace,
and it’s more than just a matter of fact.
A...

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I met the old gent as his last nickle was spent
In a seven card game of stud poker
You could see he had skill by the straights he could fill
He never even needed the joker

He lost...

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A darkened world of dank false dreams, 
painted with whiskey to mask my screams, 

I'll blame the sun, the moon, the sky, 
I'll blame the well wishing passers by, 

I'll hide down deep in the...

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skinny  children move quickly outliving
 the shadow of their slim suicides.

 running and skipping they celebrate lent 
with 
 the soles of their feet creating samba  
daylight vigil's on every corner.
 

now the...

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