Long Revolvers Poems

I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at pictures.
Reminiscing on all the parties, the pleasure that came along with the drugs and 
liquor.
The love in the air was unbearable, the streets accepted me...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 3 Dolores Huerta by T. Wignesan

3. Dolores Huerta

aucun coq n’y annonce la reveille:
les étudiants et les dirigeants des travailleurs 
font partie du piquet de grève contre les...

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A bend in the road
They wait & have time to wait
For the coming car & it´s occupants
Unaware of their fate
The same scene is about to be
Played out on countless
Other bends
On countless other roads
In a tall...

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NORMAN
Norman was a character a funny man its true,
He was a country copper, till the force said bugger off blue,
He was there in Mungindi when two Squatters piddled on plants,
Grabbed onto ole Carruthers and booted...

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In an Old West Town of no repute
 Came a rider on a horse as if in hot pursuit.

  Into the saloon he ran and shouted aloud
"BIG RED'S COMIN' "...which brought down a shroud.

Out...

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Hold your horses, 
use all your resources 
and force your thoughts 
to not follow the course 
that stigma endorses. 

I figure I was sent 
to present a different 
style that you think is rap, 
but...

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Let’s hear three cheers for the decade of disinfectant!
Clean out your insides with cheap vodka!
Blow your brains out with Nirvana!
Your breath reeking of teen spirits,

Does weed count as a vegetable?

You’re getting your five a day,
Candyman...

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"Tomorrow"



I put my hand on your heart
You put your hand on my heart
A tender plot written in 3 lines

Nothing said
Nothing missed
Nothing guessed

Revolvers shoot sharp silent guard
Piercing words are played like a golden harp
Love is no...

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The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
			And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
			Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
			I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety;
			A masked man in vast lands of...

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The flowers bloom, the river flows 
The sound of birds chirping along with the sound of the wind
The berries I can taste the sweetness in my mouth
It’s all in my head; it’s all a manufacturing...

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The flowers bloom, the river flows 
The sound of birds chirping along with the sound of the wind
The berries I can taste the sweetness in my mouth
It’s all in my head; it’s all a manufacturing...

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Western Movies
At the Chinese supermarket, they were selling cowboy revolvers 
with holster very cheap they looked, and I tried one, but it was too light, 
I have never held a revolver but thought they must...

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I couldn’t tell you why I died
I couldn’t reason with your hurt
I know you’d like to know 
Why I couldn’t further my efforts

Time tears ripples in us, you know
And nothing seems to last forever
So you...

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I am behind
the large white wheel of an Oldsmobile.
I am a page ripped from a Raymond Chandler novel.
Clipped words curl close to my lips as hot as ash.

Dreamy eyes are cold tonight, there will be...

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they say that there's a dance hall
right beneath this lake of sawdust
where underwater towns
have gone astray
and I can hear the harpies
the bagpipes
and I can smell
the burning petals
after we set the house ablaze

the blissful ignorance
of ghosts...

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I know not why the universe is so vast,
nor even why the die is not fully cast.

It seems nothing is motionless or lies still,
especially beyond earth's protected shield,

which is God's protection for all of us,
without...

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through the murky knottiness of hollow winter trees
I saw the pale face of unseeing man
who wasn't there through years that went by
the candlelight is about to turn into fluid clay
and wigs are prepared for nocturnal...

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007

On the train going west, a snooping man asked questions
asking about other peoples but saying nothing about himself. 
I told him a tale so violent he paled and left at the next stop.
Believed in my...

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The bad love. 
Dragging luggage you unpack without permission in spaces that need air. 
Bad love. 
Allowing flowers to grow and then thrusting emotional thorns at one another. Wearing an armour of defence to bed...

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As the Earth revolves around its dear Sun
So, too, do I revolve around my verse
I understand not why the only one
Who dares to read it wants to reimburse
What they previously put in their purse
As all...

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Zhang Yiho is a "person of interest"
Little is known about him
He murdered his family in 1981 in Daqing, China, without the interest if his family had a moment mercy.

Armed with rage
First armed himself with two...

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