Long Tats Poems

Economic Tricks as Political Treats
from the Peace Council of MotherTrees

Herein lie my tricks with treats,
said she.

I imagine with my family,
and my on-line cooperative Allies,
and then my most wildly cooperative neighbors,
how we can best eco-trick
and poli-treat...

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I used to never want children.
See,
I grew up in a home that housed tornadoes.
where yelling was the norm and the storms would cause chaos every single day.
My father,
Never stayed around.
My tears,
created oceans at my mother’s...

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2016,

Sheep.
Magpie.
Mule deer.
Mustang, colt, mustang...upon the ridge.

Eagle's nest, bald.
Oreo cows, in far field.
Running baby cows.
Sheep.

Felled branch...100 mph winds.
Controlled burn, left quiet;
but not, as it turned out,
without embers enough
to catch to flames
and race up the Sierra,
down the...

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You’ll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn’t win?
He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style.
Tats trailed down his left arm,...

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Go at anyone but didn't think it would be you,
I'm thinking okay but who on Earth are you,
now let's pick it apart and unearth the truth,
expose your rhymes, not bulletproof.

I'm not doing this to save...

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I visit the bug zapper on Tuesday
much to the radiology teams delight

I named it thus before meeting it formally
my comedic self puts up this type of dust

If you make fun of it enough
it can't cause...

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By Street Cries

The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world things get greeze

He grow...

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As I think back to that dark time in our community I don’t know if I’d ever seen anyone quite 
like that (Cinder Girl). We girls thought she had (Lovely Bones). The last time I...

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How much more can we stand
To witness the killing of "Another Black Man?"
Walking with a friend, these two meet
Words were spoken, get the “F” out the street
Getting out of his car, taking this shh… a...

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it all began with a lazy man,
who on his least lazy day was certainly more
lazy
than you or i,
and on one especially lazy day,
this rotund sloth 
sat in his own filth one late afternoon,
after not showering...

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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, 
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, 
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, 
won't hear no ifs or buts, 
he says the tide of...

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I went away for three full weeks
Down the cost and up some peaks
On a beach I rested for a while	
When one night I met a beautiful smile
He looked at me with big blue eyes
HIs presence...

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A Rockin good tune is all that will ever do
I take what I want and leave the rest for you
Fight with me to see what I have inside
I just live on heart guts whiskey and...

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Knowshow

All nodes firing all the time
Shine on—the glare focusing the hacks
Everything shown
Everything known				
Metamalice is good to go
It’s the Knowshow
		
The devolving snarkyskanks are trickling it to the remember-whens
Viral krankdaddies are upsiding leveraged retro to the never-thens
Bouce...

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A rocking roll tune is all that will ever do
Meat and potatoes and of course a cold brew
Fight me anytime to see what I have inside
Screw my doctor Ill just live on whiskey and pride

Drink...

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Today I was looking back on the 1st time we met,
We discussed selling books on the internet.

Then the following week I asked what’s going on,
After you told me I suggested Amazon.

This poem isn’t meant to...

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 Addicted to red boys with dreads and tats,
grew up around alot of drug dealers and rats.
 
Having dreams of modeling but the never came true,
riding around the city, just me and my crew. 
...

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Every time I write a poem, you see me naked
I bare my soul, show everything there is to show
I'm battling demons and living Dangerous
But I try to give you my story without any missing pages

Scars...

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It sounds like a casino, but it is a deli-diner,
only open for breakfast and lunch.
A Ruben sandwich will cost you ten bucks,
but it is the best in town.

A girl-child covered in butterflies. I swear,
right there...

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Someone inquired of me about poetry contests,
And I shared some thoughts and considerations,
The contests, I wrote, are an incentive to write
Learning about poetry’s forms and foundations.

Don’t enter a contest for an opinion of your work
For...

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Sammy Baker Charlie 4, he's on my tail
like a grateful whore,
guns are blazing, cannon shells spew
it's a hell of a fight over Dien Ben Phu

and this Russian mig's amazing, they 
never seem to stall, look...

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For amid the calls, the paeans to bloody coup-de-tats and revolutions and the, 
Orders on the radio, is a broken static. It follows as three short cries, a pause,
Then three long wails, a pause, then...

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My granny was only twelve years old
When she got her first tattoo
She was kind of a rebellious child
Back in nineteen twenty-two

She hid that thing for a little while
'Til her daddy finally got wise
He took that...

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brash …

you are
my petite paramour
the 'alternative' thang goin’ on
dyed, purple-red hair
perfectly-placed piercings and tats
(just enough to tantalize)
though nothing could befuddle the
exquisite frame you fill
the plump, darkened lips, like
juicy blackberries
coal-core Emerald eyes dancing above
do you really...

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