Long Youths Poems

PAEDOPHILES RUNNING THE SHOW.

It doesn’t matter where you look
Or anywhere in the world you go,
The only thing that’s guaranteed
Is there is a paedophile running the show.

From ancient times to modern day
Frome a home to the...

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The Nigerian youths have agreed together in love and oneness that in 2023 presidential election and in every other elections, whether state or local government. We will not vote for anyone who...

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Sad place when Lucifer sits behind a desk allowing severe repeat violent offenders to give false statements falsified documents in order to frame innocent persons from behind bars after over 20 convictions queen pin drug...

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AFTER GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MADISON WISCONSIN BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB MY LIFE WAS THREATENED THEY BEGAN TO EXTORT MY LIVELY HOOD IMPERSONATE ME PAYING WISCONSIN CITY OFFICIALS TO FRAME DISABLED...

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THIS ALL BEGAN 1994 MY FOUR TEAR OLD DAUGHTER HAD SLEEPS OVERS WITH CIRO GARGANO STEP DAUGHTERS EVERYTHING SEEMED FINE ONLY I WAS NOT AWARE OF THE STRIP CLUB MY ABUSIVE EX ATTENDING FREQUENTLY WITH...

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Was this a bold  endeavour or worst-case high risk plot?
 In one sense I was caught between two poles apart  concerns.
One must never underestimate indeed trivialise a devilish 
difficult decision.
A decision that may...

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Growing up in Chicago I always knew 
I would save lives from drugs and gun 
violence I just didn't know how perhaps 
it started at 13 I got off the elevator on 
my way to...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV Part Two
                 II

The first signs reek tell-tale
Buffer-to-buffer...

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You spoke of Love in the kingdom to come
Where the works of hatred would be undone
you bid your disciples to follow whats true
to demonstrate its power in the actions they do
 
But I have seen...

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Unquotable quotes: Paris, the last week of the August reprieve – XXXV
 Part One                     ...

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I'm dying and it's okay because I get to die my own death being me without my identity thief jay townsend johnson henry climbing into my window searching for my passport birth certificates marriage certificates...

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My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.

Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush...

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THE RISING HILLS, THE SLOPES, TO QUENCH MY THIRST.
In the last century, the hopes were little,
Grasses they collected, yellow bananas, they peeled,
To move up the slopes, preparation was fore filled,
Oh the grower of banana trees,
To...

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs

Meaning the corporeal complex edifice
housing these lovely bones, 
where linkedin logorrhea ably
strives to break out 
in meaningless song 
yobble hum hum diddle dee dee
and dance courtesy 
an...

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Perpetual Quandries of Dischord

Permanent irreversible Attatchment disorder
A lemonade stand at the Mexican Border
A traumatised disorganised old lady hoarder
The incriminating evidence on an old tape recorder 

Elements of discontent shivering through a crowd 
Firmaments of promises...

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I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.

I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together...

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While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.

The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
And night blooms graced the walks,...

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Unquotable quotes: Gals, Dolls, Bitches and Broads – XXXVII

An adulterous couple soon make lying, cheating and downright treachery (not to mention their role as carriers of germs within the orbit of the family) the principal...

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used lighters and used condoms
street life oh street life 
we are living in the ghetto
we are the victims 
of corruption
we are the rejected stones
street life oh street life
 we must survive

you will not want to...

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There was a time 
In the not distant past
When farmers would sell their wares
Of fruits and vegetables they had planted
To feed the town folks, and balance a budget
In exchange, for clothes, sundries and junket
For the...

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Made in Neonazia

Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching
penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town 
A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attraction
warm sand...

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and my CNN opened on a breaking news on a dark street in Libya, about Nigerians chained to be sold as slaves.
the television slide and roved over,
their tears shattered and their blood spoke of pains...

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"Different is not broken"
Imagine,
A hopeless place, a place where 
you're told your never gunna 
matter,
where teachers give you A's 
just to get that pay,
Because our government set it 
up that way,
A place where, Parents ...

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There is still aggression hiding behind the door, you have to prepare yourself before you land on the shore; wear long boots to cover your knees and a recipe of courage to walk firmly on...

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