Long Shacked Poems

LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
As I was finishing my senior year in high school 
I knew I wanted out.
I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades.
I was 18 after all, almost 19
Everyone asked, “what...

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Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing, 
after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet – 
in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance), 
an immediate process to shake out matted down hairs 
follows...

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I.
Miles McNeill was not a fine young man,
he barley finished high school, with a D,
seemed more interested in a thug life,
ran with the gangs and lived life on the streets.

Already had a criminal record,
twice now...

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As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see...

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I do it for the boys, the girls, men, the women,
plus Allah's unborn children look how I'm living
it's similar to, your situation no money making,
just chips and egg crates in front the Playstation.
Cable's late again...

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I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack,
I pull up the crates, unpack and rack.
I hump boxes of glasses in,
then I hump them out again.
I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator,
then roll the empties into the club cellar
where...

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This is about me, so completely unique, and yet so much the same.
No that's not me, that's the beloved youngest member of our family , Brix!!!  

To name four things about me:
NOW: I am...

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I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack,
I pull up the crates, unpack and rack.
I hump boxes of glasses in,
then I hump them out again.
I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator,
then roll the empties into the club cellar
where...

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I reckon you could rightly say that I am from the old school,
But some of the politically correct stuff today, as a general rule,
Leaves me scratching my skull, baffled and so incredulous,
Groping for the proper...

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clicking by/
a ticking fly eating out my eyes/
which are dry because i cry on the inside/
my soul rides on the pain/
and with that i'll gain a strain that this time I might maintain/
a steady sort...

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Awards night, my corporate boss thought this up,
     with dinner, cash and chairman's gilded cup
So as awardee, they shacked me up in a Hongkong
     five-star where I...

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Our awards night, my corporate boss thought this up
with fine dining, much cash and chairman's gilded cup;
as awardee, they shacked me up in a five-star
in Hongkong where I felt I was some superstar.

After a warm...

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A man behind bars,
Committed for a crime he did not do,
The wife on the outside,
Thinking this could not be true,
Evidence says otherwise,
Frame could it be,
Being wrongly convicted,
Accused and deceived,
Does she stay with him,
Or pray he...

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At first it appeared nothing was wrong,
But then one cartridge could be seen on the floor
Then more bullets were found scattered nearby
A horde of bullets in a wooden box shacked to the floor.

Through the door...

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Yesterday, 
When I were coming back,
From local library,
A bell was ringing,
In a church, on a street.

Few minutes were left, 
A prayer was in action.
The old ladies were mentioning,
They had a cold morning,
And checking the heating...

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I have been at a loss for cumbersome syllables
And dislocated octaves,
Which tumble in lazy metaphors from lips
Smeared with cheap makeup in declarative shades
Of fire engine spectacles, muddy rouge,
Polluted sunset pink,
To mask a cadaver's stitches, preventing
My...

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I could write of the anger or pain inside,
But I don't feel like paying attention to it this time,
The struggles are real, but so is the love,
And it's always the love that rises above,
Bye, bye,...

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Counting down the days
As life itself flashes so vividly right before me
I become more committed to reasons which I am destine

There lies a feeling I’ve longed for quite sometime
awaiting to surface deep in the crevasses...

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I never planned on letting you back into my life
but last night 
after I drank enough black label
to float my scars
and let my eyes swim
back into delusion
you kicked in the door to my apartment
with your...

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Permissive Path by Rob Barratt 

A permissive path who slept around
Made her bed with common ground

She was quickly impregnated
And subsequently cultivated

She produced a crop of baby corn
But now she’s shacked up …. With a lawn

One...

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