Long Pusher Poems

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was...

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UP IN SMOKE...

Tobacco companies you should be ashamed of your yourselves
pushing your nasty CANCER sticks
what a bunch of money hungry low lives and self centered PRICKS
GET out of my life forever hit the bricks!
I SEE...

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I’m the donkey tied with ropes and 
being sodomised in front of the 
church tree,
While the choir chants praise to the 
god who bled, cried and died for all 
innocent creatures like me.

I’m the roasted...

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As I walk the dirty streets, I look into a crack head eyes,
               as she look's up at with surprise.
Knowing I...

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Mario Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 poems towards his credit platform.
Mario Vitale was born in Bristol , Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured...

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Down the drain...In the words of Lary Love:


Those Rico acts got em not wanting to be gangsta no more,

Last words he heard as a free man was "get down on the floor!!"

He suppose to get...

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Transcended down from an established mind. A brainwashed thought is all there is to find. Trapped from all of societal bliss. He has commiserated to dethrone and enter the abyss. Horrid memories bank off his...

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A Marriage Creed

So now my little Man, you've gotten tired of grass"
LSD, goof balls, hash" and pills. Someone pretending to
be your friend - decided to introduce you to me,
Miss Heorine.

Well honey, before you start fooling...

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yeah i come runnin in a hurry
sinin babby dont worrie
i love you blind
dont be unkind

and you are a backstreet pusher
but you neverbeen a user
yeah you rob them blind
your so unkind

drink my bottle dry tonight
i wont...

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Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard, 
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.

I breathe in the same grain 
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound...

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Soul passion is not a simple task. 
This is grasped as a soulful bask,
To reserve one's sound mind and soul,
To your loved ones, but not a hack. 

They set down those blessed vows as rule,
In...

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Society 

Like a cold clap in the dark you lit a spark of what I was waiting for
 You hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise can't you see the lies
 Having long hanging...

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I am...

a lamb of the Good Shepherd; seeking to love and follow him more faithfully

the husband of my college sweetheart; with her, I hold a winning lottery ticket

a family man; seeking to make my clan...

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RECIPE:  "Poulet Roti"  French Style - Instalment One
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If...

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There's a game known as Chess that I learned as a lad
But in spite of the passage of time I'm still bad.
I can not see ahead seven moves like some do;
If you say, "Bobby Fischer"...

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I worked on drilling rigs for the better part of thirty years.
   I sweated buckets of sweat while my wife cried barrels of tears.
The work was seldom easy and to say it was...

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I’ve wrestled with devil in blue grass.
That college that picks pockets 
and helps itself to damsels’ purses
fixed nooses just off seventy-five south, 
over Clay-way Bailey.

The viaduct that divides two states 
divides thieves from Potter Stewart’s...

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Who was it?

Who was it sacked the fifteen thousand,
Who enjoys the sacking, he just smiles
Who has the public informing on public servants,
On who went to McDonalds for lunch with style,
Who was it fixed the hospitals,
Sacked...

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Lingering  will it be in our memories
As we memorise the memorable
Memoir of the memorial
Of  Dele Giwa

A letter engraved in a Bomb
Plucked away our prolific 
And dogged pen pusher

Dele, A News Watcher 
Became a...

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I am here (solitude)
   and there is
     nothing to say
those who wish to get
somewhere
          let them leave at any

moment
 ...

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Opie woke up feeling right today,
got a good nod in
Everything was copacetic okay
Heard on the news 
there was a crisis he should know about,
as he wiped the spittle drooling down from his mouth
Emergency in the...

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Can you hear me, can you understand? 

The moment she was born her death began. HIV in her system because her 
father was with another man. 
Mom hurt because daddy was on the down low....

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An Impossible Dream (A Cry of a Truck Pusher)

The street is my home
It is where I belong
I know no love
So I make it not part of my daily vocabulary
One sachet of pure water
 Enough to...

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It is the cruelest of hate
Creeping like an imposturous reptile
In the morning light of Eve’s Garden
Fangs dripping with malice
Searching for tender flesh to taste

Cruel hate clandestinely charging
Uncharged minds
Innocent ones
Too young to leave
Too old to hold...

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Oh, pencil pusher,
your meager ambitions are few
Looking across the human prairie 
what do you office see?
Your cubicle is left of center,
on the low rung of the corporate ladder
Middle management is not your destiny,
mornings are your...

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