Long Pallets Poems

(Updated in such form that Cole Porter would sue)
 
[Intro]

Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock
Since Nixon got the shock 
When he crashed on Daley’s bloc
If today
Any shock they should try to stem
'Stead of...

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Pallets, Jacks, and the Soft Sounds of the 70's
OR
My Summer Summed Up Summarily for a Small Sum
A constant beeping chirp echoes through the warehouse, strangely comforting the workers who walk these aisles and habitually straighten...

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Alpha Pistols
It’s a nice warm summer’s evening in 2004
The cool man was on top of the Manchester tower block
He fires down with various guns at his lower targets
There is a builders yard two hundred metres...

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“Now listen to Nanny, while the nurse gives you a shot.
I’ll tie your hands fast, so you can’t throw a swing.
Potion injected will tend to burn hot.
Like and consider all people. And now go into...

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From my mother's womb I yelled into the room,
mattress on the living room floor,
my bro I replaced as the youngest, his face
as he screamed and ran out through the door.
I tell you (no fooling) my...

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they sound like a bunch of squabbling bar patrons.
"tell them to get back to work!", they should listen
to her because she's the boss and represents the company they work for. The issue at hand is...

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6/9/22


Apparently far from tacit
Near endless racket
In day light and pitch blackness
For the sane and those in strait jackets

Dammit
Still sporadic
 Caught in transit
Can't rely on magic
Nor give up when it all turns tragic
It's just madness
Even though...

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Forbidden Chocolate

I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling, 
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.

I had donned white earbuds...

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It's CHRISTAMAS time again this year,can't believe it's all
ready here,haven't bought a single thing oh dear,i'm so far
behind.I like to get my shopping done,before the lines get
long in all the stores,i'll spend more than we...

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Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach*
Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush
Injects me with lovely imaginings
Purrballs scooping milk with ridgy cupped tongues

I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade...

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Forgive me if I ask how long before we converge again around the bonfire in the wee hours to douse this chilly dust-laden winds of the season.
It was a misery, but it should happen again.
That...

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So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as...

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PAINTED IN WHITE
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Plethoras of colors produce pallets
Upon the whited sheet of her canvas
Painting her smoothly in sensational elegance
Making known her venue lavished in vibrance

Solid streaks of red, solemn streaks of black
With swimming streams of blue...

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Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner,
That's how the song goes.

I am proud of this city,
And it has been sung about in many a ditty.

Each day I get on bus 341,
And my journey through history has...

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Ever see such a sight?
my garden of Eden
so precious she be
the joy it brings
as the rays reflect brightly
like rainbows towards eternity

there it is, has caught my eye
my garden of Eden I say with pride
cool, clear...

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Doors shut; wish to go in; in bushes of fears entangled,
Once opened and gone in, by hands of darkness much strangled;
Open sky calls; calls the wide earth; call mountain, hills and valleys,
Stranger to the home;...

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We've heard all about the stockpiling,
the toilet rolls, lettuce and beans,
but secretly more of this is going on
unnoticed, and behind the scenes.
The Government, in our best interests,
(which translates they take us for mugs)
have warehouses scattered...

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Poets dream utopian dreams
Dreams of ideals and perfection
Dreams of places never visited
People never met
Songs never sung
Love stories never written
Passion never experienced
Lives never touched
Hearts never caressed

And so…they dream...
Intensity of emotions
Brilliance of thoughts
Too hard to bear
Too heavy...

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President of Freedom

The last man in a long line, 
voted to save the future...
for us. 
Not all of us, 
but some. 

Those that live on others, 
standing on the backs of oxen, 
will get all...

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My memories are bleak
         they’re dormant in my mind
         resisting thoughts of childhood
pretending to be blind.

Insecure by your actions
...

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A Vibrant Night 

At night 
When the city is 
Lit with lights and literature 
Locals and visitors 
Ambiances and silhouettes  
Dances with the wet backdrop 
And the foreground 
Maybe a  new York playground...

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Maybe he ate his vitamins and their minerals and oranges and apples all at once again and again
Or ran laughing down the rugged rocks of a ruthless reality
Maybe he flew singing up to the cold...

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The field is full and the crowd is primed
Scream and cries rent the air electric
The mood is part sacrifice part slaughter
The smell of ritual repentance hangs heavy
Defeat floats around caressing the fringes
The bell clangs in...

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The tones of skin are but outer layers 
of continental pigments designed by a Source,
yet we loathe colored people and have less fondness
for the minority of earth- brothers who feel, writhe,
and dream the way we...

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