Art Usa Poems

DREAM BIG, NEXT TIME, DREAM BIGGER.
CAPITAL BITTER HILL GURU BEAST.
CAMILLE IS NOW A STATE OF MIND.

MEG, PEG, SLAY IT'S A DIFFERENCE.
DON'T PUNISH THE PRISIONERS, AND
OUR...

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You can’t progress 
Eyes can see it  
Your eyes show as clear as day 
You learned the art of taking advantage of others 
Maybe...

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It’s interesting how others learn the art of taking advantage of others 
And those who are not aware
It will easily destroy 
Especially those who have...

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1. When in Rome
	a)	Tour Vatican City
	b)	Be awestruck by the Colosseum
	c)	Marvel at the Trevi Fountain
	d)	Study the architecture

2. When in Dubai
	a)	Learn Arabic
	b)	Wear sandals
	c)	Go skiing
	d)	Feel the call to...

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I dreamt one night, that we were both under an old tree. 
I was laying in your lap & we felt so completely free. 

Like...

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The sightless man & the heartless woman both blind & walking alone. 
Will they be able to mirror each other, so they are not swallowing...

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"OH! There is Hope for the Hill today!
OH! There is Hope for the USA today!
OH! Let us all lift our voices and praise!
OH! There is...

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Where women aren't quite women
They're Menstruating folk,
Their gender simply Human,
The world gone truly woke.

Grasping for atonement,
The art of double speak,
The fancy of the moment
Our words...

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Toilet Seat Art Museum USA
Shown by appointment every Tuesday
You think I’m lying?
It’s art, and I’m dying.
4.9 stars. Texas, I’m on my way!...

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A senryu for A Shero, heroes, and for POETRY's sake ---

I
sudden gusts of Fall -
green heroes fall in twos, threes
yes, trees, and you, me

II
Notice the...

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From Satan to the USA

Dear United States
You’ll soon be at Hells Gates.

I laugh as you cry.
You keep saying why?

The answers are in that Book, you...

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The young walk on the solemn streets,
seeing all the damage
Still air and empty seats,
simple silent streets

Gone though once, gone through twice
eroded what is man
Still air...

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UPDATE on Cindy, Cindy Cinderella

Cindy, Cindy Cinderella
When windy went forth with umbrella
Was it made in Chiny-Chiny or Indy-Indy?
In the first verse, there was no certainty
Just,...

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So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.

In the House which they rule
They pointed...

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(otherwise titled psalm to
Amelie Beth by Matthew Scott,
his genuine, gluten free and non GMO
poetic non fake appreciative guise.)

Ah, thee availed me reason to craft
a poem...

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