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Best Poems Written by R J. Elless

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Neon Lady

I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
Yet she is pure evil,
this engraved upon her crown.
Six hundred million people,
into dust on scorched ground.
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.

I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the clouds.
He's draped in red linen,
his evil death shroud.
He stands with a sickle,
Raving madly out loud.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the cloud's.


I see the Ukraine,
where Patriots are falling.
I see many nations,
are waiting or talking.
The Earth turmoils in flames,
while millions are squalling.
I feel winds of change,
And Hear Freedom Calling.

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A Lady of Fame

Scream Queen.
Silver Screen.
Rave action scenes.
Back in the day.
A dated matinee.
Two bits the fee.
Orange crush is a treat.
Popcorn queue waits.
Salt and butter to taste.
Soft Sixth-row seat.
Newsreel review.
Latest previews.
Stop motion Anime.
King Kong Figurine.
Vina Fay Wray,
A Lady of Fame.

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Dapper Draper

Suspect Dapper Draper,
half-scammed a bank caper.
With his brother Baker,
Whose a known safe breaker.
They rode on fly paper.
To escape down a scraper.
The plans were mere vapor.
They were caught in a chaser.
Serving ten at hard labor.
Guess it would've been plainer,
If they'd read the disclaimer.
Those crazy brothers Draper..

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Hard Part of Town

He stood on the corner.
A vision long past.
The hard part of town
By Division on Mack.
What goes around,
Will always come back.
In the hard part of town,
they carry guns with cash.

Stan, Bobby, and Lee
Three who gambled late.
They pushed it all in
Big game, High stakes.
Bobby knew Stan was a cheater.
Saw him make the exchange.
Bobby drew his heater.
Placed stan in a grave.
In the hard part of town
No need to explain.

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Robert Johnson

For "Ole" Robert Johnson,
It was so Instrumental. 
He went to the crossroads.
Sold His soul to the Devil.

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Want of More

Neath six feet below.
Lie his old bones.
A causality of war.
As Millions before.
The Young with the Old.
Those rich or poor.
For Want of More. 
A Human Resource.
Neath cold gray stone.
Engraved Unknown.
Lie his old bones.
Forever Alone.

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Opaque Shadows


Two opaque shadows
Are cast in Moonglow.
Dancing heart-to-heart
Baring their souls
Enter the fever's heat
As molten lava flows.
Desire is replete.
Simpatico.


Thanks to, LG and GW.
For the inspiration,
To write this poem.

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Slumber of Fuzy's Party

I Drove my Bugatti,
to my Buddy's "G's party.
I didn't know many there,
at my Buddy "G's party.

Poet's day Trader's,
The Movers and Shakers.
Some Star Movie Makers,
The Cruisers and fakers,
Dancer's and Sailor's.
Rock Music Player's,
With "G's" Party favors.
Classic Hip and Arty
One Crazy Party.
I dozed off in My Bugatti.

I drove My Roll's Canardly,
To "Ole" Fuzy's party,
I knew everybody,
at "Ole Fuzy's" party.

Boones Farm in glass,
And some smoking Grass.
Foaming Miller's Frothy.
With Pocket Rocket Poly.
Led Zeppelin to Hollie's,
A classic Hippy Party.
So, Party Hardy. 
And follow Your Dreams
to Your New Bugatti.
Yeah.

A Rolls Canardly.
is a Vehicle that Rolls Down
One Hill, and Can Hardly
Roll up the Next.

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Fi Fi Was Sneaky

If She say's honey we,
She means honey you.
If She say's honey please,
She means honey do.
When She say's honey geez,
Dude, it's getting brutal,
hot tongue and cold shoulder,
are Dinner, You Tool..
Don't run your mouth,
it's only being foolish.
Or you sleep on a couch,
with Fi Fi the Sneaky Poodle.
What goes around, comes around,
and I've broke every rule.
As soon as She leaves,
I don't like that Sneaky Poodle.

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You Brutish Mob

Oh, You Brutish Mob. 
Ye fool's Ye.
It falls on your watch,
You care not what You see.
While all is being squandered,
you simply will not agree.
Yet you wave a finger,
then claim it's not me.
You Grandstand and Glad hand,
Ad nauseum of these.
And all you care about,
are those clowns on TV.
Reality is not, the Fantasy,
That they force feed.
Division, Derision, and Hate,
You've All sown the seeds.
Go Reap the Whirlwind.
Ye Fools Ye.

Is the bill that you proffer,
A plan of sound action?
Or just to fill the coffers,
of your Political Faction?
Do You stand with your Country?
The Land of the Free.
Oh, You Brutish Mob,
Ye Fool's Ye.