Short Pusher Poems

"god given...free will...
take what you want...pay later...
i am god's pusher"...

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"What you doing at midnight the night?"

Cool down with a hot offer..
Bring one addict get one free!

( Ask the Junkie in front )

Terms and conditions apply....

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Pushing some narcotics, 
of yellow, red and green. 
A rainbow of biotic’s,
to match the color scheme.

I have an abundance of diuretics 
all different shapes and sizes. 
An organized aesthetic 
for commercial enterprises....

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Sir –
More epistles are waiting:
Redress the truck-pusher first
Before speeching at the truck!

Sir –
Excursions are forced for a lull
Into further excursions 
Coaxed by the vicar’s levity!

More epistles are waiting:
Addressed to the strong sister
Whose redsear in a nurture crypt
Marked a new devotion to the deity....

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Said the said poems
We are a coordinated effort of Al juman
over 800 proud,  profound and strong.
We are one of a kind,
spontaneous, different and entertaining.
We are the Said poems,
anyone else is just a fake, false wanna be.
So said you pen pusher,
go find your own way.
Any poem starting with said 
belongs to Al Juman.
© Al Juman  The "said" Poet 4/4/1999...

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black cat cast
what name
say you
leash
on
you
cat chaser
kitten pusher
poetry goo rue
pauperd inkling
blue pale ing lips
chill ing breath pin
pupils teach'ers pet
switchings apple test
sizzle ing towards pain
burning into remains
ashed sleeves dust
smoldering 
of
lust
shallow chains
locked aimed
bullseye view
attacking
you
rabbits hats vast past black cat cast...

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That white powdered gold rolls through the veins
like thousands of speeding railroad trains.
Here I am in the light of the full moon
just melting some of the gold in a spoon.
I tie a tourniquet around my arm until tight.
That big vein in my arm has to pop up in sight.
Yes, I need another fix to hold me over tonight.
The pusher says more of my bread is due.
I need my fixes; so what am I to do?
...

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By Dana Redricks
April 7, 2021

My stomach is telling me, I'm full, but my mind is telling me, I need food. There's an emptiness in my soul that seeks to be filled. Food is my drug, my pusher is the store. I try to mask my pain with empty calories, but only God can fill this void. I go through this vicious cycle of feeling guilty, but this addiction has got me trapped. Lord release me from this painful ride. For You are the only One who can set me free....

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Wanted:
human that fits following description



I am a riser
I live to fulfill all of your needs
I am no run and hider

I am a pusher
I am a fighter
I am a get out a’liver ~

I will take your darkness
I will make you lighter
I am strong enough to stay your demons down ~

I am a trier
I will get low with you, that I may lift you higher
~ An army could not keep down my desire ~
                                                                        Sunshine Williams...

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