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African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
African Woman
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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I was walking down the street Had an urge to ***** Saw a ***** dumpster this looks nicer than the girl I dumped'r I unzipped my pants shat on the plants got nice and hard and shot off harder than a pornstar. **** THAT DIDN'T RHYME) I have too much time because all I do is shoot slime all over the back of a president who is black. I like ***** I bang ***** I make them *** faster than a game of putt putt. ****** I CANT ******* RHYME) All of you poetry snobs are more stupid than calvin and hobbes You will never be as successful as Steve Jobs. End of story. Because I am about to write another ****** poem.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
*** Dumpster
I am the shadow of trayvon martin Lying on the ground just as he did I'm black just as he was I wasn't planning to die that day either I wasn't threatning nobody either that day The gunshots echoed just as loud when I was shot down as Mike Brown yet his name echoes through the streets years later still mine followed me to the grave They don't care about me it seems If I cried "what about me" Who would ever see? because my hashtag has even been drowned so deep in the depths of R.I.P's that I can't barely breathe anymore When we think black brutality Why do the names of trayvon Mike Tamir Sandra Rush to our heads just as fast as blood once rushed to theirs? Does my black life, too, matter? I can't blame you That there have been so many deaths due to oppression and police brutality that they all seem to sound the same No matter how loud we scream Black lives matter We will never be seen as the living But the potentially dead We cry for justice to a system that's no longer built to accept us A president that tries to forget us A black voice will always be too loud to a world who never intended on listening Who am I? Besides a hashtag and a t-shirt with my face on it? A black lives matter sign and a melanin fist? A statistic? I am black excellence Regardless of how much sin you may see in my kin
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
Just another R.I.P hashtag
talkshows and the yellow press get excited in excess over his shenanigans that delight his faithful fans rumors of these *** affairs strong words for all macho players      in the game of social thrones texts with threatening undertones      for minorities and women      treating immigrants like demons neither fans nor his opponents  seem to notice the components of the white house strategy      throw them bones      fodder for the yellow press and while  they fight clandestinely out of sight works the Trumpian policy   money laundering   blatant lies scolding allies   breaking ties adoring foes   praising those      usurpers of democracies      experts in atrocities slowly yet persistently      undermine  civility        with foul language  fill all courts with servile judges court the aristocracies           of oil sheikdoms in the East praising communist dictators who have helped him build his towers step by step he‘s leading US from the groups of international powers to an isolation desert at the margins of the world slogans we have rarely heard over decades         now re-nourished twittered with presidential flourish make America small again warning voices call in vain no wonder the statue of liberty is hiding her face in misery (*)
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
fake president
Words are Power Power is Money Money Is Pizza Pizza Is God So give me your words and no one gets hurt Pizza is all that I believe in Pizza is me I am Pizza And if I take you words Then I take you power And I get your money And with that money I buy pizza Pizza solves everything Its fills the hole in my heart And it fills the holes in my Arteries Clearly Pizza is God For Without it How can we Live? The mighty cheese Overlords Watching us from their Oven thrones Bathing us with the sweet smell Of pepperoni happiness All Hail Pizza All Bow Down to pizza Curtsy to Pizza Perform Choreographed dance numbers for Pizza Kiss the trays that they sit upon In fact I fail to understand Why you’re listening to this poem And not eating Pizza What is wrong with you? Have you ever met a person That hates pizza? No! No one hates pizza! But if they do…. Don’t trust them Don’t look at them Don’t think about them Don’t friend them on Facebook Run away from this person Do not trust this Pizza hater For they do not deserve your love Or your Pizza For These cheesy pies of greatness That comes in rectangular cubes of cardboard Graciously land upon our doorsteps And impart to us The gift of happiness It brings the whole family together And makes everyday better Pizza does not discriminate No matter what you look like Or what you like Pizza will always be the same Delicious Pizza lives on in every country And in every ones hearts We should thank our pizza overlords For the awesomeness that they have brought us Instead of dropping bombs We should drop pizza End all Wars And solve world hunger! Instead of having Congress sit there and do nothing Have them sit there and eat pizza We should make Papa John our President And have a large deep crust as a flag Land of the brave and home of the Pepperoni Everything would be perfect Because I like my pizza Like I like my people I don’t care what you look like What you do Or what you say As long as you have That gooey cheesy heart that makes everyone smile I will love you forever And I’m sure you taste delicious ………not that I'm advocating cannibalism that would be crazy! But….Imagine all the people tasting like pizza? Befriending them Getting to know them Killing them With a rolling pin or a frying pan Sprinkling some cheese on them Add some cilantro Bake them in an oven on high at 450 degrees Leave them in the oven for another ten minutes so they cool down Sprinkle a little salt on top and some Tapatio Slice them up and have them for movie night I mean come on…. Imagine it! Imagine how **** delicious some people would be!
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
The Cheesy Gods We All Love
Words are Power Power is Money Money Is Pizza Pizza Is God So give me your words and no one gets hurt Pizza is all that I believe in Pizza is me I am Pizza And if I take you words Then I take you power And I get your money And with that money I buy pizza Pizza solves everything Its fills the hole in my heart And it fills the holes in my Arteries Clearly Pizza is God For Without it How can we Live? The mighty cheese Overlords Watching us from their Oven thrones Bathing us with the sweet smell Of pepperoni happiness All Hail Pizza All Bow Down to pizza Curtsy to Pizza Perform Choreographed dance numbers for Pizza Kiss the trays that they sit upon In fact I fail to understand Why you’re listening to this poem And not eating Pizza What is wrong with you? Have you ever met a person That hates pizza? No! No one hates pizza! But if they do…. Don’t trust them Don’t look at them Don’t think about them Don’t friend them on Facebook Run away from this person Do not trust this Pizza hater For they do not deserve your love Or your Pizza For These cheesy pies of greatness That comes in rectangular cubes of cardboard Graciously land upon our doorsteps And impart to us The gift of happiness It brings the whole family together And makes everyday better Pizza does not discriminate No matter what you look like Or what you like Pizza will always be the same Delicious Pizza lives on in every country And in every ones hearts We should thank our pizza overlords For the awesomeness that they have brought us Instead of dropping bombs We should drop pizza End all Wars And solve world hunger! Instead of having Congress sit there and do nothing Have them sit there and eat pizza We should make Papa John our President And have a large deep crust as a flag Land of the brave and home of the Pepperoni Everything would be perfect Because I like my pizza Like I like my people I don’t care what you look like What you do Or what you say As long as you have That gooey cheesy heart that makes everyone smile I will love you forever And I’m sure you taste delicious ………not that I'm advocating cannibalism that would be crazy! But….Imagine all the people tasting like pizza? Befriending them Getting to know them Killing them With a rolling pin or a frying pan Sprinkling some cheese on them Add some cilantro Bake them in an oven on high at 450 degrees Leave them in the oven for another ten minutes so they cool down Sprinkle a little salt on top and some Tapatio Slice them up and have them for movie night I mean come on…. Imagine it! Imagine how **** delicious some people would be!
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National Liberation Day Of Korea Freedom means August 15, 1945. Koreans celebrate their day of liberation. Freedom is like a Magpie, Flying in the morning sky, Above the ancient palaces of Seoul, Freedom is like the Rose of Sharon, Growing in "The land of morning calm." Freedom is like a river named Han, Unstoppable! Freedom means flying the Taegeukgi. Outside and high! Freedom is Lively, Freedom is President Moon Jae-in President of South Korea, Freedom is vibrant! Freedom is festivals, Freedom is unhindered! Freedom is a Buddhist monk, Everland!, Freedom is unbound! Freedom is tasty Kimchi, Deoksugung Palace! Freedom is lively parties, Freedom is dancing, The greatest Palaces of Seoul! Freedom is treasured! Freedom is a green bottle, Soju! Freedom is Arirang! Korea's song, A gift to the world from Korea, Freedom is Queen Min; Still remembered, Resting under a cherry blossom tree, Freedom is Seoul! A wonder to be seen on the Han River! Freedom is luminous, Busan Nightlife, Changdeokgung Palace! Freedom is unchained! Freedom is sports, Jeju-do! Freedom is escape! Freedom is honor! Battle of Inchon! Freedom is rising in the sky, One of the most dynamic cities, Seoul! Freedom is no longer Imprisoned, Freedom is camping, Freedom is priceless! Freedom is one's honor! Deoksugung Palace! Freedom is treasured! Freedom is the miracle, Seoul! Freedom is food, Freedom is Kimchi, Freedom is hopeful, Freedom is Yu Gwan-sun! Long live Korean independence! Freedom is a Buddhist monk writing, Freedom is thinking about your dreams, Not looking behind your back! Freedom is a child going to school, Freedom is ultra-modern, Seoul! Freedom is escape! Freedom is music, K-POP! Freedom is Arirang playing, Freedom is essential, White Day! Freedom, people, shining in the sun, Freedom is loved, Yuna Kim! Freedom is essential, Freedom is "The March 1st Movement", Yu Gwan-sun! Freedom is shopping, Freedom is walking our dogs, Freedom is writing what you think, Freedom is Sejong the Great!, Hangul! Freedom is bringing your dreams into the world, Freedom is poetry, Yun Dong-ju! Freedom is traditions, Freedom is wearing Hanbok. Freedom is being empowered! Freedom is. Freedom is. Freedom is. A United Korea!!! Copyright © 2013 - 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
National Liberation Day Of Korea
National Liberation Day Of Korea Freedom means August 15, 1945. Koreans celebrate their day of liberation. Freedom is like a Magpie, Flying in the morning sky, Above the ancient palaces of Seoul, Freedom is like the Rose of Sharon, Growing in "The land of morning calm." Freedom is like a river named Han, Unstoppable! Freedom means flying the Taegeukgi. Outside and high! Freedom is Lively, Freedom is President Moon Jae-in President of South Korea, Freedom is vibrant! Freedom is festivals, Freedom is unhindered! Freedom is a Buddhist monk, Everland!, Freedom is unbound! Freedom is tasty Kimchi, Deoksugung Palace! Freedom is lively parties, Freedom is dancing, The greatest Palaces of Seoul! Freedom is treasured! Freedom is a green bottle, Soju! Freedom is Arirang! Korea's song, A gift to the world from Korea, Freedom is Queen Min; Still remembered, Resting under a cherry blossom tree, Freedom is Seoul! A wonder to be seen on the Han River! Freedom is luminous, Busan Nightlife, Changdeokgung Palace! Freedom is unchained! Freedom is sports, Jeju-do! Freedom is escape! Freedom is honor! Battle of Inchon! Freedom is rising in the sky, One of the most dynamic cities, Seoul! Freedom is no longer Imprisoned, Freedom is camping, Freedom is priceless! Freedom is one's honor! Deoksugung Palace! Freedom is treasured! Freedom is the miracle, Seoul! Freedom is food, Freedom is Kimchi, Freedom is hopeful, Freedom is Yu Gwan-sun! Long live Korean independence! Freedom is a Buddhist monk writing, Freedom is thinking about your dreams, Not looking behind your back! Freedom is a child going to school, Freedom is ultra-modern, Seoul! Freedom is escape! Freedom is music, K-POP! Freedom is Arirang playing, Freedom is essential, White Day! Freedom, people, shining in the sun, Freedom is loved, Yuna Kim! Freedom is essential, Freedom is "The March 1st Movement", Yu Gwan-sun! Freedom is shopping, Freedom is walking our dogs, Freedom is writing what you think, Freedom is Sejong the Great!, Hangul! Freedom is bringing your dreams into the world, Freedom is poetry, Yun Dong-ju! Freedom is traditions, Freedom is wearing Hanbok. Freedom is being empowered! Freedom is. Freedom is. Freedom is. A United Korea!!! Copyright © 2013 - 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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keep reading those cue cards governor keep living in your fake theatrical world keep your facade of cleanliness and trust keep SHOUTING your plastic christian ethics just keep the last cowboy president in mind the weak always prefer to live on in infamy anyways
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 4:54 AM UTC
don't mess with texas.
Guns and more guns need to be put down Bullets should be replaced with education being the sound It’s time to become a success Yet it’s up to our young people to put that to the test Their testimony surrounding confess Everyone has capabilities to learn However, one must adapt to theories forming concepts Imagine having a college degree for all to see Having confident being your own decree The movement of action in making education what it should be A mind is a terrible thing to waste But the key is to make education your base Former President Barack Obama had the right idea, “You Can” But the new continued motto, “You shall Until” A young man at a United ***** College Fund Raiser said this vital point, “Blacker the college Sweeter the education” Education being the unity, but bring back to the community Determination in step out and explore Seeing one’s horizon but beyond the shore A college education is an opportunity being a chance Knowing the theories is how one will advance Higher Education means being one step ahead But the opposition wants minds to be misled Prove to yourself what education can do for you It’s a journey being a must to go through Achievers such as Dr. Martin Luther King, Medgar Evers, Dr. Maya Angelou and scores of others They instilled the passion in how to achieve, and determined education was what they were going to receive They were ready no matter what Fasten your educational seat belt as you will be taking off into Higher Learning Institutions in education beyond measure Education is, but hold tight to the learning saddle It might seem like a battle But the end rewards is succeed Slavery that was while be came destined for education now One word leads to a complete sentence One’s thoughts illustrates the understanding Adaptability of the concepts gained Long lasting knowledge is what will remain UNCF philosophy, “A mind is a terrible thing to waste” But the mind must be ready to spiral and absorb But education and knowledge work all accord.
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
EDUCATION PERIOD
Guns and more guns need to be put down Bullets should be replaced with education being the sound It’s time to become a success Yet it’s up to our young people to put that to the test Their testimony surrounding confess Everyone has capabilities to learn However, one must adapt to theories forming concepts Imagine having a college degree for all to see Having confident being your own decree The movement of action in making education what it should be A mind is a terrible thing to waste But the key is to make education your base Former President Barack Obama had the right idea, “You Can” But the new continued motto, “You shall Until” A young man at a United ***** College Fund Raiser said this vital point, “Blacker the college Sweeter the education” Education being the unity, but bring back to the community Determination in step out and explore Seeing one’s horizon but beyond the shore A college education is an opportunity being a chance Knowing the theories is how one will advance Higher Education means being one step ahead But the opposition wants minds to be misled Prove to yourself what education can do for you It’s a journey being a must to go through Achievers such as Dr. Martin Luther King, Medgar Evers, Dr. Maya Angelou and scores of others They instilled the passion in how to achieve, and determined education was what they were going to receive They were ready no matter what Fasten your educational seat belt as you will be taking off into Higher Learning Institutions in education beyond measure Education is, but hold tight to the learning saddle It might seem like a battle But the end rewards is succeed Slavery that was while be came destined for education now One word leads to a complete sentence One’s thoughts illustrates the understanding Adaptability of the concepts gained Long lasting knowledge is what will remain UNCF philosophy, “A mind is a terrible thing to waste” But the mind must be ready to spiral and absorb But education and knowledge work all accord.
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My father is black and my mother is white And though we live in a new generation I still find myself having to give explainations on how all of this works The ignorance of race really hurts No this is not good hair No you can't touch it keep your ******* hands to yourself No I'm not Mexican or Puerto Rican Stop guessing above all else I'm black like you And I'm white like her I'm flesh and blood not claws and fur But see you don't want to accept me Of course unless I'm president Obama or Halle Berry Did you know they were mixed? Or were you so deep in the lime light you don't care Because on the streets I'm not considered black no matter how coarse my hair I use relaxers too I've had my hair braided I've been called ****** I've been followed in stores I've been sent to the end of the line for no reason Denied friendship for seasons And wouldn't you know (Being black was the reason) But its just not enough to gain any trust I don't look anything like white people so I dont even try Only hope for full acceptance from the other side And yet still I'm left feeling quite empty inside Where the hell do I fit in? Who's on my side? Since claiming black or white is considered a crime This was when I decided to become an advocate of self I found who I was Didn't need any help I don't let my race define who I am But I embrace both my colors They work well with each other And that's something society just will not understand
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
biracial
I woke up, panic attack in full swing. This wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to win. This wasn't supposed to happen! Morning call to my best friend, we're sobbing into each other's phones. We fear. We fear because we're not cis or heterosexual. We fear for our brothers, sisters, and siblings lacking a title. I fear for what will become of the country I live in. I promise I wouldn't stand for my country's flag any more as long as he is our "president". I can't respect someone who is accused of ****** a 13 year old girl. He is no man, he was a joke for the Internet to feed off of, until it became too serious and real. Until the day youths of the LGBTQ+ community woke up terrified for their lives because his Vice President would favor having a dead child rather than a gay child, until the day Muslim women questioned if they should wear their hijab anymore because they feared retaliation for their religion from xenophobes, until the day the the chance of hate crimes seemed like a more likely answer for bigots because someone isn't white, until the day laughs of mockery turned into tears of fright. This monstrosity may only be with us for four years, but a hell of a lot can happen in four years. I don't trust this person to run our country, I don't feel safe. I feel exposed and abandoned by the rights I was promised. I wish to join hands with everyone else who is in my position, and let this sink in until the day in January comes, where he gets his wish, and is finally in control.
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
Atomic Bomb
I woke up, panic attack in full swing. This wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to win. This wasn't supposed to happen! Morning call to my best friend, we're sobbing into each other's phones. We fear. We fear because we're not cis or heterosexual. We fear for our brothers, sisters, and siblings lacking a title. I fear for what will become of the country I live in. I promise I wouldn't stand for my country's flag any more as long as he is our "president". I can't respect someone who is accused of ****** a 13 year old girl. He is no man, he was a joke for the Internet to feed off of, until it became too serious and real. Until the day youths of the LGBTQ+ community woke up terrified for their lives because his Vice President would favor having a dead child rather than a gay child, until the day Muslim women questioned if they should wear their hijab anymore because they feared retaliation for their religion from xenophobes, until the day the the chance of hate crimes seemed like a more likely answer for bigots because someone isn't white, until the day laughs of mockery turned into tears of fright. This monstrosity may only be with us for four years, but a hell of a lot can happen in four years. I don't trust this person to run our country, I don't feel safe. I feel exposed and abandoned by the rights I was promised. I wish to join hands with everyone else who is in my position, and let this sink in until the day in January comes, where he gets his wish, and is finally in control.
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Once not long ago In the vile state of Utah, An evil wizard Impregnated a feral cat with Mormon seed. In no time at all, A litter was born And all of them died But one– Mittens the Kitten. Mittens grew up with a sense of entitlement Because the evil wizard filled his head With the Mormon scriptures. When Mittens would catch and **** a mouse, The evil wizard would pet Mittens With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** In the evenings, Mittens would enjoy a bowl of warm blood. Sometimes it would coagulate, But Mittens loved his blood. He lapped it up With a a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** The evil wizard was a Harvard Business Grad, And since feline-humanoids were not accepted At Harvard Business School, The evil wizard taught Mittens All that he knew. Mittens soaked up the knowledge With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** Some years went by and Mittens Became a successful business owner. He would lap up bowls of Other people's business With a vigor that was borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to **** Fast forward to the present tense (My personal favorite tense) And Mittens is running for president. He uses his magical smirk to cloak his lies So that naive voters might believe that They should vote for this cat. He smirks and he lies With a vigor that is borderline Inappropriate. Mittens was bred to ****
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Mittens the Kitten
Excuse me, sir, your pants are on fire. Yes, i am talking to you, sir. This is quite a mess you have made, you starry-eyed dreamer. Not that it was perfect in the beginning. Nothing is. When my grandfather got old, he made sure to dress well. If he was to die on any given day, he intended to do it in his Sunday best. My grandfather died in a unisex hospital gown. When i was growing up, Mom always made sure i wore clean underwear. It would be shameful to die in ***** ones. Speaking of growing up, i was raised on Reaganomics. It doesn't matter which side of the aisle you stand on these days, because Reagan defeated communism through the clever use of money. When my grandmother was set to pass, she faced the changing seasons with poise and dignity.  She was ready to move on, to reunite with loved ones lost. My grandmother died in a unisex hospital gown. My best friend, Peter, didn't put much stock in appearances. He was funny and sarcastic. We all loved him like a brother.  Peter's mom buried him in brand new Ecko gear.  He died in boxer shorts on the floor of a ramshackle apartment blue in the face from a ****** overdose. Thank god none of these people will ever need healthcare. Mr. President, sir, i am no Republican. i am an American. You do remember us, don't you? How silly of me...of course you don't. You were busy watching your legacy. i would have watched it better, if it had been my name at risk. My name is all i have. When Bill Clinton was president, he lied about getting a ******* But we forgave him. It was just a ******* It's not like it was our privacy or healthcare at stake. Or our economy. Have you dreamed about any of those things, sir? Or just your legacy? Who knows? How well do we ever know anyone? Christmas is right around the corner, and i and others have made you a fine gift, a lovely suit. It's invisible. You probably won't notice. No matter... one day you will have to remove your flaming pants. To try on your new suit. Or, god forbid, to put on a unisex hospital gown. And then you will finally see your legacy.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Dear Mr. President
Excuse me, sir, your pants are on fire. Yes, i am talking to you, sir. This is quite a mess you have made, you starry-eyed dreamer. Not that it was perfect in the beginning. Nothing is. When my grandfather got old, he made sure to dress well. If he was to die on any given day, he intended to do it in his Sunday best. My grandfather died in a unisex hospital gown. When i was growing up, Mom always made sure i wore clean underwear. It would be shameful to die in ***** ones. Speaking of growing up, i was raised on Reaganomics. It doesn't matter which side of the aisle you stand on these days, because Reagan defeated communism through the clever use of money. When my grandmother was set to pass, she faced the changing seasons with poise and dignity.  She was ready to move on, to reunite with loved ones lost. My grandmother died in a unisex hospital gown. My best friend, Peter, didn't put much stock in appearances. He was funny and sarcastic. We all loved him like a brother.  Peter's mom buried him in brand new Ecko gear.  He died in boxer shorts on the floor of a ramshackle apartment blue in the face from a ****** overdose. Thank god none of these people will ever need healthcare. Mr. President, sir, i am no Republican. i am an American. You do remember us, don't you? How silly of me...of course you don't. You were busy watching your legacy. i would have watched it better, if it had been my name at risk. My name is all i have. When Bill Clinton was president, he lied about getting a ******* But we forgave him. It was just a ******* It's not like it was our privacy or healthcare at stake. Or our economy. Have you dreamed about any of those things, sir? Or just your legacy? Who knows? How well do we ever know anyone? Christmas is right around the corner, and i and others have made you a fine gift, a lovely suit. It's invisible. You probably won't notice. No matter... one day you will have to remove your flaming pants. To try on your new suit. Or, god forbid, to put on a unisex hospital gown. And then you will finally see your legacy.
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In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday Supported by the CIA Pushing junk down Thailand way First they stole from the Meo Tribes Up in the hills they started taking bribes Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan Collecting ***** to send to The Man Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday Supported by the CIA Brought their jam on mule trains down To Chiang Rai that's a railroad town Sold it next to the police chief brain He took it to town on the choochoo train Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day Supported by the CIA The policeman's name was Mr. Phao He peddled dope grand scale and how Chief of border customs paid By Central Intelligence's U.S. A.I.D. The whole operation, Newspapers say Supported by the CIA He got so sloppy & peddled so loose He busted himself & cooked his own goose Took the reward for an ***** load Seizing his own haul which same he resold Big time pusher for a decade turned grey Working for the CIA Touby Lyfong he worked for the French A big fat man liked to dine & ***** Prince of the Meos he grew black mud Till ***** flowed through the land like a flood Communists came and chased the French away So Touby took a job with the CIA The whole operation fell in to chaos Till U.S. Intelligence came into Laos I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosovan All them Princes in a power play But Phoumi was the man for the CIA And his best friend General Vang Pao Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars It started in secret they were fighting yesterday Clandestine secret army of the CIA All through the Sixties the Dope flew free Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshal Ky Air America followed through Transporting confiture for President Thieu All these Dealers were decades and yesterday The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA Operation Haylift Offisir Wm. Colby Saw Marshal Ky fly ***** Mr. Mustard told me Indochina desk he was Chief of ***** Tricks "Hitchhiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix Subsidizing traffickers to drive the Reds away Till Colby was the head of the CIA January 1972
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In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday Supported by the CIA Pushing junk down Thailand way First they stole from the Meo Tribes Up in the hills they started taking bribes Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan Collecting ***** to send to The Man Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday Supported by the CIA Brought their jam on mule trains down To Chiang Rai that's a railroad town Sold it next to the police chief brain He took it to town on the choochoo train Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day Supported by the CIA The policeman's name was Mr. Phao He peddled dope grand scale and how Chief of border customs paid By Central Intelligence's U.S. A.I.D. The whole operation, Newspapers say Supported by the CIA He got so sloppy & peddled so loose He busted himself & cooked his own goose Took the reward for an ***** load Seizing his own haul which same he resold Big time pusher for a decade turned grey Working for the CIA Touby Lyfong he worked for the French A big fat man liked to dine & ***** Prince of the Meos he grew black mud Till ***** flowed through the land like a flood Communists came and chased the French away So Touby took a job with the CIA The whole operation fell in to chaos Till U.S. Intelligence came into Laos I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosovan All them Princes in a power play But Phoumi was the man for the CIA And his best friend General Vang Pao Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars It started in secret they were fighting yesterday Clandestine secret army of the CIA All through the Sixties the Dope flew free Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshal Ky Air America followed through Transporting confiture for President Thieu All these Dealers were decades and yesterday The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA Operation Haylift Offisir Wm. Colby Saw Marshal Ky fly ***** Mr. Mustard told me Indochina desk he was Chief of ***** Tricks "Hitchhiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix Subsidizing traffickers to drive the Reds away Till Colby was the head of the CIA January 1972
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“I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son may be a poet.” John Quincy Adams, 6th President of the United States <> a bad weakness, mine, mess with the perfect of others, unsure what to add that will addictive illuminate further, but as homage, a tribute, a salute got to got too, no middle class delayed gratification for me, none, whatsoever, read the words and my own hands choke me as if to pull out, to free the upsurging words in my chest-forming, to uplift me up, from the floor where I am roiling in wonderful wonderment at a prophecy come true my recent family history, about 400 years worth, got it written down someplace, escapees from a Spanish Inquisition, a Roman one before that, meandering Jews who found a respite, a small welcome in a small village in Germany (the irony does not go unnoticed) from villager to merchant, from tiny town to big city folk, we went, warriors if any, kept secret, best unheard, attract no attention, but do what survival doesn’t always politely request here I am child of the proverbial wandering jew, fancy me a poet with, at best, a very small p, one of three children, historians, book writers, scholars and even poet~traders, and so a President’s words, hammer my cells upon an anvil for human skins, the future shape of me foreseen and I think to myself, alone and out loud: This, This! is what makes America great,  welcoming the stranger, even predicting their possible pathway to a peaceful existence, giving their descendant’s generations liberty, liberty to become poets, free, who can stand upright*
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
“I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son may be a poet.
“I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son may be a poet.” John Quincy Adams, 6th President of the United States <> a bad weakness, mine, mess with the perfect of others, unsure what to add that will addictive illuminate further, but as homage, a tribute, a salute got to got too, no middle class delayed gratification for me, none, whatsoever, read the words and my own hands choke me as if to pull out, to free the upsurging words in my chest-forming, to uplift me up, from the floor where I am roiling in wonderful wonderment at a prophecy come true my recent family history, about 400 years worth, got it written down someplace, escapees from a Spanish Inquisition, a Roman one before that, meandering Jews who found a respite, a small welcome in a small village in Germany (the irony does not go unnoticed) from villager to merchant, from tiny town to big city folk, we went, warriors if any, kept secret, best unheard, attract no attention, but do what survival doesn’t always politely request here I am child of the proverbial wandering jew, fancy me a poet with, at best, a very small p, one of three children, historians, book writers, scholars and even poet~traders, and so a President’s words, hammer my cells upon an anvil for human skins, the future shape of me foreseen and I think to myself, alone and out loud: This, This! is what makes America great,  welcoming the stranger, even predicting their possible pathway to a peaceful existence, giving their descendant’s generations liberty, liberty to become poets, free, who can stand upright*
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This is America for Petes sake Black lives don’t matter here They say they’re being treated unfair But they’re the one’s drinking up all the welfare And we even pay for their health care Poor black folk shouting black lives matter But they don’t matter The only thing that matters is the fat cats getting fatter Build a school or a jail? In a place like Baltimore, those black kids are already bound to fail Let’s not forget from whence we hail We came from abroad to build this house This was never meant to be a game of cat and mouse They don’t know their power, so they will never see their hour Cause you see white people are only safe when those animals scared White people are only safe when white people are feared When black people are teared, and on their face is smeared the blood of their ancestors, on the altar that is prepared The altar that was broken down when we ended Jim Crow Since then look how low our country did go But at last at last now again we can make America great Now again we can end any debate , about what it means to be free Cause when Trump is in charge I’ll tell you, you won’t tell me When Trump is President you'll put your hand over your heart for the anthem, not take a knee When Trump is President, You’ll be satisfied , you’ll lower your fist and you’ll be You’ll be gratified, you’ll shut your mouth and watch your people die You’ll watch them bleed like Alton Sterling, You’ll stand there you’ll cry And then you’ll wonder why, why does the color of your skin decide whether or not you win As you kneel before me thinking about your next of kin, ready to feel these bullets in your body as your reality sets in This country was never your own We brought you here as slaves, you call out for a savior but Abraham Lincoln is dead so you can put down the phone Martin Luther King is dead so you can put down the phone Malcom X is dead, you see,now you’re all alone We’ve infiltrated your culture and now that seed has grown As we watch you destroy each other and continue to postpone anything that looks like freedom Cause you see freedom isnt free We gained ours in 1776 Your ancestors were still in chains but here today you celebrate with me Thinking that you’re free But you will never be free Harriet Tubman freed a thousand slaves And she could've freed a thousand more but they were cheering for Trump in his rallies Because they can’t grasp what it means to be free And that mere truth is the key So we won’t say their names We won’t feel their pains Cause this is the United States of America , and white is right, we still hold the reigns
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
Views from the other side
This is America for Petes sake Black lives don’t matter here They say they’re being treated unfair But they’re the one’s drinking up all the welfare And we even pay for their health care Poor black folk shouting black lives matter But they don’t matter The only thing that matters is the fat cats getting fatter Build a school or a jail? In a place like Baltimore, those black kids are already bound to fail Let’s not forget from whence we hail We came from abroad to build this house This was never meant to be a game of cat and mouse They don’t know their power, so they will never see their hour Cause you see white people are only safe when those animals scared White people are only safe when white people are feared When black people are teared, and on their face is smeared the blood of their ancestors, on the altar that is prepared The altar that was broken down when we ended Jim Crow Since then look how low our country did go But at last at last now again we can make America great Now again we can end any debate , about what it means to be free Cause when Trump is in charge I’ll tell you, you won’t tell me When Trump is President you'll put your hand over your heart for the anthem, not take a knee When Trump is President, You’ll be satisfied , you’ll lower your fist and you’ll be You’ll be gratified, you’ll shut your mouth and watch your people die You’ll watch them bleed like Alton Sterling, You’ll stand there you’ll cry And then you’ll wonder why, why does the color of your skin decide whether or not you win As you kneel before me thinking about your next of kin, ready to feel these bullets in your body as your reality sets in This country was never your own We brought you here as slaves, you call out for a savior but Abraham Lincoln is dead so you can put down the phone Martin Luther King is dead so you can put down the phone Malcom X is dead, you see,now you’re all alone We’ve infiltrated your culture and now that seed has grown As we watch you destroy each other and continue to postpone anything that looks like freedom Cause you see freedom isnt free We gained ours in 1776 Your ancestors were still in chains but here today you celebrate with me Thinking that you’re free But you will never be free Harriet Tubman freed a thousand slaves And she could've freed a thousand more but they were cheering for Trump in his rallies Because they can’t grasp what it means to be free And that mere truth is the key So we won’t say their names We won’t feel their pains Cause this is the United States of America , and white is right, we still hold the reigns
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So lets get this straight: An armed, white man walks into a school, kills 17 students and teachers with a tool that can be bought at just any store by a 19 year old, insane, fool, before being caught, all on Valentine's day, Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year And it's not time to talk about gun control? If they had been black, you'd say "more police" If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall" If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban" But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill, so "Report the disturbed" our president says "It's about mental health!" our congress says "But it's not time to talk about gun control" You send your thoughts and prayers, while we're pleading for your help You want to know my thoughts and prayers? I thought our country cared about us I thought our country loved us more than guns And I pray that my school won't be next That my friends won't be mourned on the internet That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world Because you won't talk about gun control But you know what? ***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do We're taking this horse by the reigns Knock some sense into that old brain We're organizing, rising up and wising up Taking a stand, and taking a walk Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths We've done it before and we will do it again They say "when we're older" I say "why wait till then" These laws are going to change now These deaths have got to be dwindling down Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd And no, we won't calm down Until no one ignores our outraged sound We will make the politicians come around And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead, and we can go back to school together again.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Another School Shooting
So lets get this straight: An armed, white man walks into a school, kills 17 students and teachers with a tool that can be bought at just any store by a 19 year old, insane, fool, before being caught, all on Valentine's day, Marking the 30th mass shooting just this year And it's not time to talk about gun control? If they had been black, you'd say "more police" If they had been Mexican, you'd say "build a wall" If they had been Middle-Eastern, you'd say "travel ban" But they're not, they're white, they're mentally ill, so "Report the disturbed" our president says "It's about mental health!" our congress says "But it's not time to talk about gun control" You send your thoughts and prayers, while we're pleading for your help You want to know my thoughts and prayers? I thought our country cared about us I thought our country loved us more than guns And I pray that my school won't be next That my friends won't be mourned on the internet That we might be safe in our unsafe unchanging world Because you won't talk about gun control But you know what? ***** you if you think that's all we're gonna do We're taking this horse by the reigns Knock some sense into that old brain We're organizing, rising up and wising up Taking a stand, and taking a walk Making our voices heard, better watch for that 10 o' clock We will not be complacent in our friends' deaths We've done it before and we will do it again They say "when we're older" I say "why wait till then" These laws are going to change now These deaths have got to be dwindling down Everyone knows kids can be one loud crowd And no, we won't calm down Until no one ignores our outraged sound We will make the politicians come around And finally, gun control will bring peace to our towns And finally, me, my family, and my friends, can feel safe, with long lives ahead, and we can go back to school together again.
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PLEDGE TO NIGERIA By: Adigun Temitope Idealism From between heaven and earth stand a perilous place Where poverty kicked us on face Tears stand as our drinks Where hunger eat up our meals Our pain is a poisonous laughter Where sadness becomes our daily activities Where hardship becomes our ambition And sorrow our career Still, we need to pledge to Nigeria Blood, bone and oil, Are the pedestal of earth Where killing is a lifestyle And ****** a hobby Where humiliation becomes our take home And misfortune our store-house Where graduate works by the road-side Where poverty is titillating and titivating before the mirror of our land Yet we need to pledge to Nigeria Pledge to Nigeria Even when the birds refuses to sing, When moon dims its light, When our days turn into nights When sun fails to shine And flowers refuse to bloom When life fails to give reasons When dreams refuse to forgive When the weep inside birth the smile outside When tears wash hope from our sight Nigeria must still be pledge to I pledge to Nigeria Not to be one if the ambassadors that sing the National Anthem with a teleprompter smiling at them in a shameful tears I pledge not to be a naked masquerade dancing at the village square I pledge to steal government money for the poor when I become the President I pledge to be loyal and not betrayal I pledge to fight off vices and calamities with my pen If democracy must to end I pledge to go crazy to stop it to the end If civilization was to make us stupid I pledge to swim in stupidity not to be civilised I pledge, I pledge ©2015 Adigun Temitope Idealism (Deacon) #Muse #PurposefulPoetry #BPM #IIB #Asaplanet #ThoughtAndSociety #Poetfreak blackpridemagazin.simplesite.com @blackpridemag1
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
MY PLEDGE TO NIGERIA
PLEDGE TO NIGERIA By: Adigun Temitope Idealism From between heaven and earth stand a perilous place Where poverty kicked us on face Tears stand as our drinks Where hunger eat up our meals Our pain is a poisonous laughter Where sadness becomes our daily activities Where hardship becomes our ambition And sorrow our career Still, we need to pledge to Nigeria Blood, bone and oil, Are the pedestal of earth Where killing is a lifestyle And ****** a hobby Where humiliation becomes our take home And misfortune our store-house Where graduate works by the road-side Where poverty is titillating and titivating before the mirror of our land Yet we need to pledge to Nigeria Pledge to Nigeria Even when the birds refuses to sing, When moon dims its light, When our days turn into nights When sun fails to shine And flowers refuse to bloom When life fails to give reasons When dreams refuse to forgive When the weep inside birth the smile outside When tears wash hope from our sight Nigeria must still be pledge to I pledge to Nigeria Not to be one if the ambassadors that sing the National Anthem with a teleprompter smiling at them in a shameful tears I pledge not to be a naked masquerade dancing at the village square I pledge to steal government money for the poor when I become the President I pledge to be loyal and not betrayal I pledge to fight off vices and calamities with my pen If democracy must to end I pledge to go crazy to stop it to the end If civilization was to make us stupid I pledge to swim in stupidity not to be civilised I pledge, I pledge ©2015 Adigun Temitope Idealism (Deacon) #Muse #PurposefulPoetry #BPM #IIB #Asaplanet #ThoughtAndSociety #Poetfreak blackpridemagazin.simplesite.com @blackpridemag1
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Home bound after work near 12:30 am just a few minutes from checking my email then retiring as us old folks like to call it from the North side of route 7 at a slight angle there and gone in half a second was the biggest meteor I've ever seen if that's what it was so big that I slowed and listened for a boom but nothing came I have no idea how far it went before touching down but this isn't about the meteor this is about the fact that when I got home and thought about who I would tell... there was no one that came to mind I've seen so much crazy **** in my life that the stories have grown old even the new ones I breathed life into a dead woman one morning then faced the fact that I couldn't save another hit by a truck on my way home just after midnight on the day before the great Russian meteor I saw 2 objects in the sky on fire and not moving... in broad daylight I've been touched and spoken to by spirits or ghosts or phantoms take your pick I saw 3000 people sacrificed in the name of what? and as a child I witnessed a president murdered by those supposed to follow him I've grown to see the young know nothing of that last President who actually had a vision and a spine and when I quietly leave this life there will be little to note... a brief glance of my obituary by a few sad souls I often think of a quote I heard as a young man by a comedian; George Gobel who was on the 'Tonight Show' Dean Martin and Bob Hope were also on that show and unknown to George, Dean was flipping his cigarette ashes in George's drink as he was telling his humorous stories this caused the laughs to come out of sequence...and finally a confused George said; 'Did you ever feel like the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?'
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
brown shoes
Home bound after work near 12:30 am just a few minutes from checking my email then retiring as us old folks like to call it from the North side of route 7 at a slight angle there and gone in half a second was the biggest meteor I've ever seen if that's what it was so big that I slowed and listened for a boom but nothing came I have no idea how far it went before touching down but this isn't about the meteor this is about the fact that when I got home and thought about who I would tell... there was no one that came to mind I've seen so much crazy **** in my life that the stories have grown old even the new ones I breathed life into a dead woman one morning then faced the fact that I couldn't save another hit by a truck on my way home just after midnight on the day before the great Russian meteor I saw 2 objects in the sky on fire and not moving... in broad daylight I've been touched and spoken to by spirits or ghosts or phantoms take your pick I saw 3000 people sacrificed in the name of what? and as a child I witnessed a president murdered by those supposed to follow him I've grown to see the young know nothing of that last President who actually had a vision and a spine and when I quietly leave this life there will be little to note... a brief glance of my obituary by a few sad souls I often think of a quote I heard as a young man by a comedian; George Gobel who was on the 'Tonight Show' Dean Martin and Bob Hope were also on that show and unknown to George, Dean was flipping his cigarette ashes in George's drink as he was telling his humorous stories this caused the laughs to come out of sequence...and finally a confused George said; 'Did you ever feel like the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?'
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(10/13/12) At the beginning of “64” - I packed up my uniform And walked out the door- it was the beginning of The Vietnam war. By August of that same year President Johnson started the draft Under protests and jeers. Then he made it a full scale war And sent our soldiers to Vietnam shores. The Beatniks in Greenwich village With their long hair, beards, and Flip flop sandals - wrote their poetry About this undeclared war, and why Our men were going to those shores. This created a new generation called ‘HIPPIES” The hippie generation was groups of protesters Against everything that they found wrong The draft , the war , pollution And loved to stay high with *** hashish Coke and acid (lsd) which kept them blasted. This also created the “ flower children” Who like the hippies loved to be high And on certain flowers they would fly. But they spoke of loving one another And gave out flowers as a sign of peace Which to the president was a relief. They all started painting this “53 Chevy impala” With the words “ flower power”. Now the “ flower children and hippie movement Was in full swing, and everyone was doing their own thing. They had Greenwich village under their control And not one coffee shop would ever be sold. Every coffee shop had a poetry night And going there was such a delight. Then in AUGUST of “69” The WOODSTOCK festival was on the rise Over half a million people drove to that farmland And set up tents , hammocks, sleeping bags and such And the police found it was much to much So they had no choice but to see it through Because there was nothing else that they could do. The WOODSTOCK festival had become world wide And to this day it still thrives. © L . RAMS
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
beatnik to vietnam to hippie stand
(10/13/12) At the beginning of “64” - I packed up my uniform And walked out the door- it was the beginning of The Vietnam war. By August of that same year President Johnson started the draft Under protests and jeers. Then he made it a full scale war And sent our soldiers to Vietnam shores. The Beatniks in Greenwich village With their long hair, beards, and Flip flop sandals - wrote their poetry About this undeclared war, and why Our men were going to those shores. This created a new generation called ‘HIPPIES” The hippie generation was groups of protesters Against everything that they found wrong The draft , the war , pollution And loved to stay high with *** hashish Coke and acid (lsd) which kept them blasted. This also created the “ flower children” Who like the hippies loved to be high And on certain flowers they would fly. But they spoke of loving one another And gave out flowers as a sign of peace Which to the president was a relief. They all started painting this “53 Chevy impala” With the words “ flower power”. Now the “ flower children and hippie movement Was in full swing, and everyone was doing their own thing. They had Greenwich village under their control And not one coffee shop would ever be sold. Every coffee shop had a poetry night And going there was such a delight. Then in AUGUST of “69” The WOODSTOCK festival was on the rise Over half a million people drove to that farmland And set up tents , hammocks, sleeping bags and such And the police found it was much to much So they had no choice but to see it through Because there was nothing else that they could do. The WOODSTOCK festival had become world wide And to this day it still thrives. © L . RAMS
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I am Katniss Everdeen. I volunteered for my sister in The Hunger Games. I survived, so did Peeta. I know the Capitol hates me. I am a rebel. I love Peeta. I wonder if he is alive. I am the mockingjay, symbol of all rebels. I killed President Coin because she killed Prim. I live in District 12 now. I have 2 kids. I watch them play in the meadow, the unknown graveyard. I am Katniss Everdeen. written by maegan cattermull
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
I am Katniss
I got a ruby secret I keep it in my pocket Only Zulu knows about it So I put him in a prison He thinks he's getting out soon But he doesn't have a clue He's just a little rodent But he thinks he's a Raven! He's in love with a prophet So now he's on a conquest But I planned his execution He doesn't know know about it He's always getting roasted Thinks he's a stallion He's really just a rodent But he knows my little secret I tried to sew his mouth shut But he had an objection! Thinks he's the president Shh.. "He's really just a rodent" I gave him a promotion... So now he is my magician He just keeps on escaping He's drunk again, talking **** Hey Zulu! Where are you running to? Everybody is looking for you!
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Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
Zulu’s Apprentice
I don't know how to check my pulse But I sure can factor polynomials I don't know how to pay my taxes But I sure can tell you who the president was in 1952 I don't know how to love myself But I sure can tell you who sailed the ocean in 1492 I don't know how to apologize But I sure can search it on the internet I forgot how to love Oh dear, the computer's got my brain
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Education
I think we stayed at every good hotel in the West. Big suites Hot tubs Room service We were really living the good life. Nothing like a little drug money to help you indulge in the finer things. "Easy come Easy go" Only people who have never sold drugs can say that. Easy.......Yeah, Right. Dealing with whackos Getting robbed at gunpoint Driving across the country with enough weight to get you                                             Life in Prison. Stressful.  Very stressful. So we'd stay in Fancy Resorts. Knowing one day it would all end May as well enjoy it while you can Because eventually you get caught And if you make it out alive, all you have are the memories. Like that time we were staying at the Royal Palms Next to the former President's family. Getting up from the pool, smoking crystal behind the cactus While the former first lady swam laps. She still looked pretty good in a bathing suit. Old gal.
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
Enjoy it While You Can