Long Trotter Poems

Bank rolled by billionaires

No matter Tuesday, November 5, 2024
still one hundred and eight days away,
(thank you Julian Date Calendar -
FOR LEAP YEARS ONLY),
I believe a foregone conclusion
that Donald Trump will win
based on the pathetic debate...

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Driven by the forces around you driven by the forces behind you
Driven by forces above you driven by forces beside you, driven by
Forces all around you. The mouth is moving up and down but half...

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Courtesy severely receding hair line..., 
yours truly enveloped within morose mood

I (Samson incarnate) 
frankly experience zapped strength,
hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth
when abundant golden locks adorned me noggin.

Now in doddering dotage scant wisps...

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Invisible
I had to speak louder
Repeat myself five times 
And wait ten minutes 
Just for one sentence to be heard

No one noticed when I slipped 
into a deep pool of depression
Until I was hit in the...

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Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?


A global supplant rippling the air, 

unseen scourge in the wind,...

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By Jese "Booboo" Trotter

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A figure, sickle in hand, wearing a dark cloak
approached a couple of woodland creatures.
He decided to choose them due to their features.
The Hare he noticed was a nimble and fast bloke,
and a Tortoise who would...

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October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...

Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned...

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Good, bad or otherwise it is so interesting when we discover one of our ancesters is famous.
'Daredevils over Niagara' was written to showcase people who have attempted to dominate the Canadian Horseshoe Falls. While reading...

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Still...

...the sun rises and sets with each new day.
...the moon surfaces and goes into hiding each night.
...the stars orbit the galaxy giving the earth a beautiful display of wonder.

Still...

...the seasons come and go with each...

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The Things Our Parents Said
By Robert (Bob) Moore

The things that we remember, from days of long ago
we believed, it was all true, our parents told us so
we now know they were kidding us, a trick...

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As I was walking...
I met a man...
Who had two scars... 
One on each hand...
As I walked on and as I walked by...
I noticed a hole that was there in His side...
I stopped...
I turned... 
And I...

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God brings people into our lives, paints a picture of them on our hearts,
and if we live to be a hundred or more, there is no forgetting them.
Like angels, they deliver messages and depart, never...

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Where did he go? 
The young man of height and charm, 
with a pleasant mien and a love of women, 
who would often give to him far than he deserved....

When was it he perished? 
This...

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Your Ready (Lyrics)
By: Jessica Trotter
(c) 2009
Written For, And Dedicated To
My Little Cowgirl
Brooke Taylor Snyder 
(Baby Girl Dont Be Afraid, You Can Conqure Anything )

[Start]

Little cowgirl dont be afraid
'Cause Daddy told me a secret today
And now...

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However you dress...compress these clever creatures…

More not less..whenever features...success..

To be Francis...what about Bacon…

Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. 

Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour…

Get a hard on from a lardon..

What’s much better than pancetta…

Peck at...

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Over (lyrics) 

Have a good night
cause i wont see you in the morning
im done with our fights
i dont want to be here
my head hurts so much
and i cant hear my heart
anymore
its bled out from the...

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Old Caleb Trotter had great plans for his town in Colorado.
For years he'd roamed the Rockies, finally finding his El Dorado!
He discovered glittering gold that would surely make him flush!
He founded Trotter's Gulch and soon...

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Reality: Who are you?
Are you time?
Are you a moment?
Can you be heard?
Can you even be uttered through a mere man's word?
Can we take you and dwell on your timely existence?
Or are you something that stays...

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Chorus X 2
They await the snow drop to see my spring x 2
their sweet moments, I dehumidify x 2
despite all the wonderful stunts and splurge x 2
my nectar has picked just one principal x 2

1....

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I like the smell of rain 
That permeates my nose 
a little time before  miraculously fat drops 
start falling on my head .
They bring a joyful feeling that I can not explain.
 those clouds...

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He sure enjoys 
his life of Reilly; 
lavishly living it up! 
A globe-trotter. 
A man-about-town. 
He's a big hit 
with the ladies, 
and he doesn't mind 
all the attention. 
He's a big spender. 
Did I...

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Recovering Adict: By Jessica Trotter
A.K.A BooBoo A.K.A The Lost Poet


I am
a teenager
who sometimes gets into trouble
a girl
who likes others
a red head
who has a temper
a bi-sexual 
who is proud
an outcast
who use to be teased
a christian
who use...

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The Reunion

I’ve been invited to a classroom reunion,
I can see my old chums over there.
Geordie Cockle has got a green suit on,
While Denver Crisp, is sporting no hair.

These people don’t look as I remember,
Some are...

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My majestic silhouette is indicornis,
often missed by those who don’t believe;
The idea that I exist they tend to dismiss,
I have just a few tricks up my sleeve;

Longing to be a feline ink trotter 
and become...

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