Long Tucks Poems

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS...

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Millie's Christmas Wish
Winter Vacation was coming
The kids were all set
They were thinking of Christmas
And the gifts they would get

But, Millie sat waiting
Thinking of nothing but snow
Watching the class clock
That was moving so slow


They did arts...

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Reflecting in her garden sits a winsome little maid;
She holds a purple flower like the circlet that she made
And wrapped about her braids to grace her forehead like a crown;
Her thick and shining braids that...

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Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those tits and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground 
of this life of this poem on which...

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"To live is to suffer; to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering."
Friedrich Nietzsche

Some say life is a mirror..

Whenever he whistled his eerie tune,
he would always tell me,

'It's my death hymn.'

But, then a...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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Shane walks in, hurries to the back of the bar. He finds the door opened to an alley littered with the garbage of the restaurant beside it, the one whose neon sign has two lights...

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She collects dolls,
Babies, she calls them,
Little darlings, children – honey
Like a mother, she touches them,
Piecing together clothing for infants, toddlers –
Girls and boys who might
Tell her she is better than she believes
In her heart, where...

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Every other Friday afternoon before Bumblebee would leave on her special errand, her mother would open the old cedar trunk at the foot of her bed and give Bumblebee three things to carry with her...

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A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic 
in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes 
and barren rocks-- sixteen miles
from the golden rays of western tomorrow.

Time is played out in crucial moments of...

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When my mother was at the age of thirteen,
A dirty old man asked her to come clean,
He invited her over so she could make a few bucks
When she arrived he was in a black tucks
He...

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By the time the fever set in,
The leaves had already turned,
Turned that is, into the colors,
Already there beforehand.

—

The bursting verdant stickiness,
Of nipple spring,
June’s coy leafy gaze,
The muscular lust of summer grazing,
When Burgundy picnics,
Turn white, thick...

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Many if not most people are nice and complimentary, and I have heard it said, "You look much younger". Or, "You look great for your age".  However, age      ...

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There are Guineas that live in America
Guineas that live in a zoo
But the craziest, zaniest guineas of all
Are the ones that reside in Peru

It is said that they live in the Andes
And on weekends they...

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Santa felt all out of sorts up there in the pole,
the elves looked at each other and shook their heads.
They had tried their best to jolly Santa along
but the more they tried, the sadder he...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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The Philosopher is a single long poem, I apologize for the inconvenience of splitting it
into 2 parts.

He pushes aside the weathered curtain
The colourless tub, the bland tiles, his grey glazed sight
He looks over his shoulder...

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The year was 1956
and I distinctly recall 
my mother's lovely face
as she told me 
Szererlek (I love you) 

and as I seen her lovely smile
I remember her face
as she held back bittersweet tears
tying to hold...

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His assignment was a simple one…to go home…observe his family
and then write an essay his teacher entitled, ‘What Love Means To Me’

He did just that…for days he watched his mom…he secretly took notes
and after a...

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The  Mystery Code.

She is tapping on the glass with her finger nails. The sound is like pins dropping on a tiled floor. Their eyes meet through the hazy glass door, as she enters the...

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aye savor the faire genetic blueprint 
   extant unique to each of us 
   with this quite alimentary aire 
   including (that almighty, 
   bottom, cushiony, dimpled,...

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The sun has set, and millions of lights awaken on the landscape.
I look out my window and spot the flickering light of the airport,
I see the dim light of a streetlamp, as it slowly fades...

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I am her child again...
I'm wearing my pink flannel pajamas, the ones with tiny roses.
I'm curled up in the middle of her big four-poster.
And watching her dress for the party.
She has just fastened the clasp...

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