Long Placard Poems

Hey lady, memaw. Boy do I have a lot of questions for you. Questions like what's your favorite color? Who's your favorite band? I know you love your rock music. I know you liked Freddy...

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Increasing my laughter eyes full of tears invisibly 
Heart shouting help 
Limiting at my ears
Can't be spoken out loud

Faded destiny 
My quest fades in the deep of away
Embellishing my pain with smile
Held contempt of my...

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GOOD TIME ( translated in  two other languages)
Good time lies in onerous tracts
Where the minds reject
It shelters in a solitary world
Fidgets like a hovering danger
Reluctance, the only neighbouring sister
Dominates the city


Good time lies in...

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Last night I was mesmerized
by James Baldwin
in a documentary
"I Am Not Your Negro"
in which Baldwin reflects on
Medger, Malcolm, and Martin
who were shot in that order
within six years of each other,
all under age forty,
by guns newer...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to...

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The following account predicated on partial fact and a healthy dose of prevarication with an attendant overactive imagination.

Trying to REM ember the waking stage of an emotionally tormenting dream

One week later
still dog-tired after jarring telephone...

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Great Britain !

What is actually Great about Britain ?

Is it our overriding sense of Virtue ?

How we feel it is our God given right to criticize ?

Or present our way of life and values to...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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Legend Of The Black Dove  

                  (Part 9)   "The Voyage To Where ?"

 

The weather...

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A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy


it seeps in through gradual osmosis

and soon is ingrained in pliant minds

it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision

and then is fused into the fiber of unreason

the quiet hypocrisy that...

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and lastly I'd like to thank my agent
Shifty Placard unkempt as they come
nutty as squirrel cheeks at the Ritz
a little like Santa Claus and Nero
Shifty made me walk the line
between the rolling green hills of...

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‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
...

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It would be disingenuous to say that Ingenium did not have a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast. It would boarder a lie to claim the same deity did not begin their morning exercise...

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Lord, lead us victoriously* this year with Your salvation
Having Your gift of eternal life possession…
Help us grow as Your children unto perfection
Through Your sanctification with our holy separation.

Lord, lead us victoriously this year by Your...

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clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street
   he is invisible to hustling stock brokers
       he is a man with no money, no property
   ...

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Humans' prominent promises were shattered
Mingling, striking, searing, poorly down-pattered
They react quickly and pause to stay conscious
And in the face of denial, that's just obnoxious.

Poverty appears in a variety of forms and shapes
Money is now an...

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clad in rags, he wanders on Wall Street
   he is invisible to hustling stock brokers
       he is a man with no money, no property
   ...

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Remonstrations, protestations, recriminations
In the wake of a calamity that strikes below the belt
In communities decimated and disabled by insinuations
Brought to a head when fickle feelings melt

As tempers in embers flare
In scenarios of utter disbelief prompted...

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Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and 
coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment,
it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those  
sudden twists and turns we call bizarre,
thoughts of the macabre...

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Charlie’s got an old bar outside of town.
It’s pretty seedy and plenty run down.
Characters who don’t lightly suffer fools
go there to drink whisky and to shoot pool.

Some huffy stuffy ladies from up-town
decided one day they’d...

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This life

Yet again, Trump has been targeted for assassination 
it has gotten to the point where one feels sympathy 
for this brave man, whose many flaws have become
a bull's for this, I blame the mainstream press 
that...

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Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when...

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I'm so much outside myself
that I can not sleep a wink....
     no wind, no horns, no dulling drones
     can bring me to the brink
of REM...

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Advice to Harvard Students.

if you pour boiling oil
on your babies head
wait until the oil price has gone down.

if you undress in a public toilet
you may meet Piers Morgan
or the police may join in.

if you steal...

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They stand there. these enigmas of time
 placard markings, memorialized remembrances refined
 of less than a better age, 
 seemingly forever on wars rampage.

The making of immortalized imposing images dissidents
 destruction of both soldier and...

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