Long Scrapper Poems

There were three wings at the veterans home.C wing was for the seriously ill .B wing was for those
Who were relatively without relatives.Not really unwell just unwanted.Finally the wing I worked on
for seven years A...

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THE 12.12 SECS FASTEST WOMAN ALIVE

Life exudes in it's harshest of complexities:
I have built this machine with bleeding hands,
shaped her to slice the wind,
shined her as melanin with polish and sweat,
balanced her with feel in...

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We are done we are through
I want to forget everything about you
You’re like the old gum that’s stuck under my shoe
Trusted and believed in someone that was so untrue
Well guess what one plus one no...

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THE BLOOD MOON

In the crimson illusions of the blood moon,
The creatures of the night howl and swoon,
As the cursed emerge from hallows of the cryptic
Shadow realm, for it is the devil’s night, of incantations
Mystic spells,...

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Homeless? Not me.
I have my wires and my twigs and a place to go.
Uncle Joe is allowing us in
For a time.
Until Little Guy throws one of his famous fits
If I had a few more bucks...

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Where is Tioboid? Jon asked when he saw their captain arrive on deck.
Hidden, Grainne assured, before she slapped pirate heathen off ship.
She would run him through, so he turned his attention to killing others.
Grace O’Malley...

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No matter who,

No matter where,

No matter when,

It only matters why and what for.

  

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Yesterday was early,

Tomorrow will be late,

Today I have no time.

  

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You can’t train in a gym?

 You want to look...

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Why give a flower worth 
fifty thousand bucks to the 
dead,
when it can get five 
thousand dying kids well 
fed.
Why use a million bucks for 
fun to fly to france,
when it can ofset the 
overhead...

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THE WEST WIND

Blow you westward wind, blow betide,
Blow upon the western sphere, blow a gale
Rout the shacks on the range, the ‘scrapper  a tremor;
Let wail the pine boulevard and the Indian stream screams,
Blow, the...

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Peggy had never been a fighter or a scrapper or such
But she got tired of being teased by a bully named Hutch
He called her names, and pulled her pigtails too
This happened many days in a...

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Why lie when the truth doesn’t matter?
Why speak when words are just pitta patter?
Nothing of sense makes sense anymore

We crave speed but is it really just time moving faster?
Every day, every hour do we scare...

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