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Joe Lopez Poem
The auction began ------------
Black, bronze, yellow and other girls were there,
Only the most lovely and fair.
They were brought in from everywhere.
Shackled,
They formed a human chain.
Baffled,
Their eyes revealed their despair,
And tears their pain.
Mothers separated from daughters,
Their screams of protest were a waste.
They could only watch,
The greedy man take them to be sold.
He took them in haste.
No tears,
The man shouted,
They'll ruin your pretty face.
Welcome to the auction,
Here,
Beauty is a good as gold.
The girls looked at each other and whispered,
This is an awful place.
They came in one by one.
Nude, of course,
They couldn't sell a girl with cellulite.
It wouldn't be right.
Only at the auction,
Can a strange man,
Stamp a girls bare rump,
SOLD!
The girls sold big,
Some for work,
Others for play.
The auction was a great gig.
Scanty only did it for the pay.
Another day past,
Another bunch of girls sold,
To Scanty, they were merchandise.
I'm sorry if that sounds cold.
One day,
One of the girls came up to the auction block.
She was a beauty, needless to say.
Her loveliness was quite a shock.
He said,
You sure are one healthy, Ho.
She said,
If you like,
I'll be your, Honey.
Scanty asked,
What's your name?
Her name was, Money.
He was obsessed.
He couldn't let her go.
He bid for his baby.
He bid for her in gold.
In the end,
The auctioneer yelled,
SOLD,
To the man in the front row.
She cost him everything.
He spent all his dough.
He bought his baby.
Now, they'll be together forever,
Maybe?
She ran toward him.
Before they could embrace,
A man in a dark suit got in his face.
Pay me what you owe,
He said.
It was, Bill Due.
He was a business associate,
Scanty once knew.
Scanty said,
Maybe some other time.
I just bought, Money.
I'm broke.
I don't have a dime.
Bill looked Money over,
From head to toe.
He said,
You sure are one healthy, Ho.
I'll take her off your hands,
Mister Slave Runner.
She'll do just fine.
Your debt is paid in full,
As long as Money is mine.
Scanty said,
Bill, you're out of line.
She means more to me than money.
I'll pay you back somehow.
You can trust me.
Bill laughed.
Only at the auction,
Can a strange man,
Stamp a guy's bare rump,
SOLD!
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Joe Lopez Poem
Chicks,
Parading around in their tight jeans
In front of me
Some friendly
Some not.
Some will say outright,
What do you want?
One says,
That was brash.
I'm just here to vote, Miss.
Am I at the right station?
She inspects my voter ID.
We don't like your kind,
She says to me.
She then hands me a ballot.
Mister
Or,
Madam
President.
I cast my ballot.
I made my choice.
It's my vote.
It's my voice.
Upon leaving,
I said to the girl in tight jeans,
Bigot!
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An eagle sat perched on a mountain top.
It sat among four stately giants.
She dropped from the face of,
Honest Abe with one big plop.
Manipulating wind currents,
She soared high in the sky.
Escaping the hunters blast,
She looked down,
And,
In triumph,
Gave a loud cry.
One with the wind,
She captured its strength in her wings.
Flying so elegant and proper,
Nothing could stop her.
A moment later,
She fell from the sky,
After crashing into an army chopper.
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Joe Lopez Poem
Call me, Captain Lo,
There's a story among sailors,
I hope you know.
It's about a beautiful girl at sea.
Her voice has quite an allure,
Whenever she's heard.
Every sailor goes mad with desire.
Of that, you can be sure.
However,
No sailor has seen her face.
No one knows why?
No one has survived the quest.
They usually die.
It's been rumored,
That the sailor who kisses,
The sea beauty will be,
Master of the Sea.
She whispered,
Come and see me.
Every man got to his boat,
And traveled over sea.
She whispered louder,
Where are you?
We're coming. Love.
The waters are bumpy.
But, we'll get through.
The sea began to swell,
And the wind blew.
Soon,
All the ships fell,
All,
Except one.
Of course,
It was, Captain Lo.
I hope you know.
She whispered even louder,
Come to me,
I want to see you.
The sea is rough.
But, don't worry, my Love.
My ship is tough enough.
She howled with force,
Why won't you come to me?
Do I not excite you?
You excite me, my Dear.
Unfortunately,
I've been caught in a shear.
Also,
The treacherous sea,
Has thrown me off course.
The boat was battered and bruised.
Before it broke apart in the sea,
The waters became peaceful and free.
There at the center of the commotion,
She made her appearance.
Her name was, Sandy.
We kissed.
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What color is America?
Is it Red?
Is it Blue?
Tell me brother,
What color is Love?
Could it be one or the other?
Am I Blue,
When I sing the National Anthem?
Or,
Am I Red?
Am I Blue,
When I help a brotha,
Who lost his job,
And can't find anotha?
Am I Red,
When disaster strikes,
And help a brotha in a bind?
There was once a man.
He had a dream.
Most thought,
It was a dream to good,
Too ever be true.
He dreamed of an America,
That was color blind.
Tell me sister,
What color is Love?
Is it Red?
Or
Is it Blue?
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