Long Rec Poems

During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith in plodding persistence.
We were...

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Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and...

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They were good friends
And talked about things 
She never imagined they could
He was into her and she knew
But she cared for another 
She thought she was clear
But she realized
She was not

That night she danced
Danced like...

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Somebody please tell me where we went wrong
how we as a people go from we shall overcome 
to uplifting these ghetto drug infested slums?
How we go from dreaming about and reaching 
the promise land to...

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My curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad on the other hand lectures me in Korean
He still doesn’t...

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You stank, and  poo was once revealed when pants were pulled in playing field. Hard round briquettes, quite dry, like dung with straw sun-hard and undigested. 

All kinds of unkind taunts and silly songs...

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674 Santa Rosa 

my childhood home
for almost 10 years
was 674 Santa Rosa 
Berkeley California

A five bedroom 
adobe California home
on the side of a hill
at the bottom of the Berkeley hills

you entered on the top floor
across...

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BY
 Tony Adamo (February 3, 12)

Gospel testifying soul burn’n and funk bumpn’
 The chitlin circuit, funky nite clubs and low pay
 JB came up with a jazzified innovation of funk laid out on a foundation...

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I have seen lines
all sought of lines
I have seen de horizon
under de sky, a sun ray as it plays-
I have seen majestic mountain ridge
with there geometric scribe
I have also seen 
a cloud silver line as...

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•	Prayer Sustains
•	
	She sits in a straight-back chair, unmoving,
	Slumped slightly to the left.
	They have seated her with others
	All sitting in a straight line in the rec room,
	Attending a Trivia Q and A session.
   ...

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I do foolish things
when I’m blue
when I’m sad
and missing you
I do foolish things

like dancing all night
foolish things
drinking everything in sight
foolish things
shopping til I drop
foolish things
somehow I cannot stop

doing foolish things
when I’m blue
when I’m sad
and missing...

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Obituary


The following notice recently appeared in the Toad Suck Monthly News Express. The management apologizes for the tardiness of its publication:

Ms. Villonia Beebe has passed away,
She was Toad Suck's most famous attraction.
Born May 26, 1900,
Died...

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by Bob Moore © 2019
                              ...

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Grow Up.

Oh why oh why
Did we have to grow up?
I was happy as Larry
And a pig in muck

When  I was just a baby
Everyone would stop and smile
And say things like ‘’oh isn’t he cute’’
But...

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The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take...

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Lips like morphene, Explanitory chemistry
May I remind you, Life is a bubble to pop
Seeing is believing, You say you are leaving
Cyonyde is the only door to introduce yourself to the outside...

Sparks & Bubbles, Brew your...

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The rec was where we dug sandy tunnel dens 
in danger of collapse.There I fired my catapult 
on a group of three children some distance away 
as I hid behind a willow tree 
not far...

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Spring's luster is dewed anew each morning
While Summer moods doom fear of Winter's cost.
'Til Fall, the redness sender gives us warning
That soon Winter's spider redips its web of frost. 

Spring's flower is a sire wolf...

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Remember the days 

Remember the days before mobiles, 
Laptops and Internet not born, 
Made up our own entertainment, 
Today, our youngsters would scorn. 
 
Without Xbox or Play station gaming, 
What would our children, do...

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The constant rattling of chains,
Has been known to drive a man insane.
The steady clink of closed cell doors.
Voices filled with rage echoes down corridors.

Guards using night sticks banging off bars.
Menacing eyes looking out windows wish...

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tell all officers stand to attention
governors on the way
the great old bull sullivan
is doin the rounds himself today
put down that mornin paper
put them feet back on the floor
you dont want to be horizontal
when he comes...

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Fibre pen skitter of construct ...
	processing 
this british Bullday Verse. 

Tearing Back // Forth thin 
	veil of invention .
Held Aloft by these very eyes 
and so very sight .

	IMPORTANT! ya hear !
Egoes intent reporting the...

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