Long Prison guard Poems

Once upon a time,
in a Kansas City Public School,
There was a teacher named Builda.
We are all given the same rules.
Every year, the principal says,
"The first two weeks of school are
not for teaching any academics.
The first...

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Stained Glass Scarlet, Scarlet Fasinera  . . .  a fictional character
          a vigilante haunting the streets of the Bronx
     ...

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Will I be a cleric or a pastor?
I 
I think of be a priest in Catholic Church,
All allies & helpers cry
Yes, my fiancée said I dared not,
 I awe her logic of rejects me to...

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Dolphins have a language,
all their own,
...an homage.

Like the foreign tongue;
the language yet unknown,
...mothers,
name their dolphin children
...and give them homes;

...till their renamed or slaughtered.

(Whistle)

(Whistle)

Little whistle, swimming fins,
the crash of waves;
...take your kin afar away,
or they'll be...

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IT HUNG IN THE SMOKEHOUSE FOR YEARS ON END,
JUST AN OLD BLACK COAT THAT NO ONE WOULD MEND.
THE LAST ONE TO WEAR IT WORE IT IN DEATH,
HE HAD IT ON WHEN HE BREATHED HIS LAST...

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Everyone needs one
 
I come and go sick or healthy 
I create beautiful pictures-Artist 
I write stories-Writer
 I use my voice all the time-Singer
 I dramatize everything you see-Actor/Actress 
I fix your computer-Computer Technician 
I...

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Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty 
a country gal, ran away to the city 
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables 
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers,...

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I've watched as they ride the lightning
If the punishment was just
I watched the innocent appeal their sentences
While behind bars of iron lined with rust

Many men I was in charge of
Underneath this hat of mine
My job...

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I awoke in a kitchen
on a pillow of aprons;
my body covered with bruises 
from a mob of angry patrons.

Then I came to in my bed
with all my ex-lovers
and their menstrual blood
absorbed by my covers.

Then I...

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Trails of laughter amid tears
Tales of the ancients rake pensive queers
History is but present hollowly thought
Experienced oceans of belittled naught

Swelling chest and above the eyes
That constantly gaze on high
We hear the change of the believed
Rainwater...

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I open the door for my son,
while he carries his laundry basket
full of clean clothes out to his car. 

He says, "Thank you mama.
I love you mama." 

He's a prison guard and I worry.

While I...

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