Long Townsend Poems

It was 1986 I was setting in after giving 
birth to my first son after wearing wires 
pregnant for the FBI buying large amounts 
of weapons ammunition boxes the dealer
loaded hand grenades silencers scopes gun...

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My stalker arrived ripping our flag crawling over veterans memorial plaques aiming through an assault rifle from across the street her anniversary of the murder meant to end my life 20 years later in shambles...

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It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold  
civil rights riots plagued my little...

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SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WITH ALAN I MEAN AFTER ALL HE WAS ACTUALLY WORKING FOR WANNABE MOBSTERS CIRO GARGANO WHO TRULY BELIEVED...

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U can 2 was on the license plate of my 
store manager brown Benz where a dead man 
was found in the trunk Alston Isadore defense store 
manager at Fort Sheridan Army base Ronald Reagan...

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The lady with red dreadlocks Toni Townsend 
Johnson henry she was one rasta Andrews female 
drug dealer from the devils triangle in Tampa outside 
USF where I received mental health treatment for 
my severe anxiety...

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We entered the post today the hall 
was filled with so many disabled veterans 
and their families many lost their medical 
benefits due to living situation some were 
homeless some moved in with family 

members...

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Inside A ‘72 Econoline

This old green van has a musty smell to it,
Like a pair of sweaty rancid socks
Mixed with half-empty beer cans.
It’s a banged up thing, this ’72 Econoline.
Scratches and mysterious dents 
Cover its...

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It began as quickly as the first arson 
murder of 8 only this time Ciro Gargano 
a wannabe crime boss used car salesman 
video game dealing running the entire city 
with weapons and drugs intimidation...

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About several years ago

I had a car accident in my sporty fancy car

the car was clean and full with gas

I stopped to make a left turn

a few miles away from home

on that day, I was...

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Due to the extreme measures my 
identity thieves have taken in order 
to extort my American poetry from 

mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican 
female impersonating me with data breach 
and severe identity fraud...

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PART ONE
You tap me on the shoulder and ask whose staff I'm on,
 Startled I try to tell you but see that you have gone
 Down the path of memory to a place of no-recall
Where...

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The place, the Twenty Third Precinct, Brooklyn, Vice. Detective Rodney Townsend,
The time, four thirty a.m. Report of incident, death of one John Doe. Ally on the
fourteen hundred block, Forth street. The deceased IE; perp is...

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Sorry no fear from A bipolar inmates sending terrorists threats through political powers instead of sending me threats from Man die Queen pin for a day giving false statements how's that going she's enraged jealous...

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Amy Green, Poet Destroyer and Skitty S.K.A.T. Pooh.
Just a few of the Great Women I've made love to here at the soup.
Carolyn Devonshire and Sara Kendrick too
and Andrea Dietrich, you fire cracker you.
A Rambling Poet,...

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My wife is a hardheaded lady
So when she makes up her mind
Whatever it is that she wanted
Is just a matter of time

She wanted a family vacation
Everyone must make the scene
Including our kids and their families
We...

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Definitely the place to devour corruption so valid and vile orchestrated by a fatal attraction who slept with my spouse wearing a rubber badge from a strip club in Tampa bay shooting into my home...

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The place, New York City, downtown Brooklyn. The time is two thirty in the 
morning, the job, stake out, Red Light district, yeah, you know the place, full
of full of vice, graft, corruption and every...

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He told me love was like a hoagie sandwich
He said, “You start with the bread.
It has to be the perfect bread because it is you and it is what you know you like
You add some...

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Power is too devastating a concept for the groundlings to scourge on.

Instead, we thrive on inspiration,
A hope that things could change.

And those luxurious bourgeoisie that roam the outskirts of reality, have no limits,
 But unfortunate...

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82571 lima echo alfa juliet please respond.82571 lima echo alfa juliet are you there?
This is Harry who's this? Its Tom Mansfield. Tom you realize its 11:30 P.M. Sorry we have 5 climbers missing on the...

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Thank you fellow poets  in poetry soup

For leaving all your kind thoughts and critiques

You have given me the inspiration to  continue on

And for that I am humbled and grateful

May twenty ten be filled...

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I know now that my life was meant to be intertwined with yours
Whether in the past, the present, or the future does not matter
We were meant to be together
In spirit our souls are connected 
Calling...

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Brick was put on a roller and deposited in the Bus
the Blond paramedic never left his side, Hey
where's my piece? It's right here pardner, said Bill.
Sorry I was busy puttin the eye's on the crowd....

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