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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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Colombia needs hellopoetry Comoros needs hellopoetry Congo, Democratic Republic is in need of hellopoetry Congo, Republic is in need of hellopoetry   Costa Rica needs hellopoetry Côte d’Ivoire needs hellopoetry Croatia needs hellopoetry Cuba needs hellopoetry Cyprus needs hellopoetry Czech Republic needs hellopoetry Denmark needs hellopoetry   Djibouti needs hellopoetry Dominica needs hellopoetry Dominican Republic needs hellopoetry East Timor (Timor-Leste) needs hellopoetry Ecuador needs hellopoetry Egypt needs hellopoetry   El Salvador needs hellopoetry Equatorial Guinea needs hellopoetry Eritrea needs hellopoetry Estonia needs hellopoetry Eswatini needs hellopoetry Ethiopia needs hellopoetry Fiji needs hellopoetry Finland needs hellopoetry France needs hellopoetry Gabon needs hellopoetry The Gambia needs hellopoetry Georgia needs hellopoetry Germany needs hellopoetry Ghana needs hellopoetry Greece needs hellopoetry Grenada needs hellopoetry Guatemala needs hellopoetry Guinea needs 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You seeing me rapping will never happen Before that I’ll start cappin Walk off like nothing happened Since I’ve mastered this art of war I tend to take things too far Don’t give a **** who you think you are Your rap handle doesn’t exist anymore My rhythms galore, your rhythms manure Best left in a bag On your steps At your front door Hottest your rap crap will ever get I’m so polished this is a blemish not a scrimmage I treat you little ******* Like a teacher’s pet Up against a Vietnam war vet Giving you your first shoots Flipping the script Double barrel twelve gauge extended clip Special grip pressed against your lip Having a hard time talking **** A pistol whip left your tooth chipped Fake rappers rapping hard No street creed; they ain’t legit This wack imitation **** Got me ****** off Don’t get me started you rip offs should get lost at all cost dealing with a real boss I can handle a loss Testing me lyrically, you must be previously ******** Now you are dearly departed I’m styling on you I’m wilding Bloodline of Goliath So go ahead start a riot With my mic on autopilot You can get chewed like trident Eating wack MC’s essential part of my diet this ain’t even a battle verse it’s a gift and a curse running its course on my high horse
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Styles
Freestyle Rap Battle
You seeing me rapping will never happen Before that I’ll start cappin Walk off like nothing happened Since I’ve mastered this art of war I tend to take things too far Don’t give a **** who you think you are Your rap handle doesn’t exist anymore My rhythms galore, your rhythms manure Best left in a bag On your steps At your front door Hottest your rap crap will ever get I’m so polished this is a blemish not a scrimmage I treat you little ******* Like a teacher’s pet Up against a Vietnam war vet Giving you your first shoots Flipping the script Double barrel twelve gauge extended clip Special grip pressed against your lip Having a hard time talking **** A pistol whip left your tooth chipped Fake rappers rapping hard No street creed; they ain’t legit This wack imitation **** Got me ****** off Don’t get me started you rip offs should get lost at all cost dealing with a real boss I can handle a loss Testing me lyrically, you must be previously ******** Now you are dearly departed I’m styling on you I’m wilding Bloodline of Goliath So go ahead start a riot With my mic on autopilot You can get chewed like trident Eating wack MC’s essential part of my diet this ain’t even a battle verse it’s a gift and a curse running its course on my high horse
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Nobody marching toward us Their guns making us die. No tanks are come clanking No bombers in the sky. But our Congress and generals When oil or bases seem needed; We appear armed and threatening Peace and love talk not heeded. No country has attacked us With troops and lethal artillery. But our leaders expect us to Go open up their arteries And **** their women and children And laugh while they all die And we are expected to do this And never think to ask why. It’s almost like big companies Were sad when WW2 ended So they started attacking countries We really should have befriended. We let Russia have free reign To **** and ****** and steal Almost as if their aggression Wasn’t really true or even real. We looked around and made them, Those evil old warlike excuses, That some country threatened freedom And we pretended they weren’t ruses. We attacked Korea and Vietnam We were just supposed to observe That they were yellow people there And think they got what they deserved. We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took A duly elected leader and put him in jail. If any country did that to our country The conservatives would howl and rail. Then the Bushes tried their best to take Iraq to steal their oil and punish them And created an era of stronger hatred And anti-American outrage and mayhem. No foreign country has attacked America; So, the point bears repeating once again. We need to stop acting like bullies here And start acting like decent statesmen And women who have the bigger picture; The growth of peace in our battered world So, other countries will not take their guns And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
THE BIG LIE OF WAR
Nobody marching toward us Their guns making us die. No tanks are come clanking No bombers in the sky. But our Congress and generals When oil or bases seem needed; We appear armed and threatening Peace and love talk not heeded. No country has attacked us With troops and lethal artillery. But our leaders expect us to Go open up their arteries And **** their women and children And laugh while they all die And we are expected to do this And never think to ask why. It’s almost like big companies Were sad when WW2 ended So they started attacking countries We really should have befriended. We let Russia have free reign To **** and ****** and steal Almost as if their aggression Wasn’t really true or even real. We looked around and made them, Those evil old warlike excuses, That some country threatened freedom And we pretended they weren’t ruses. We attacked Korea and Vietnam We were just supposed to observe That they were yellow people there And think they got what they deserved. We didn’t stop there, as Reagan took A duly elected leader and put him in jail. If any country did that to our country The conservatives would howl and rail. Then the Bushes tried their best to take Iraq to steal their oil and punish them And created an era of stronger hatred And anti-American outrage and mayhem. No foreign country has attacked America; So, the point bears repeating once again. We need to stop acting like bullies here And start acting like decent statesmen And women who have the bigger picture; The growth of peace in our battered world So, other countries will not take their guns And shoot our flag when it’s unfurled.
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I come from New Orleans where the swingers hook up with the singers, and the boxes have a person inside who speak to you through a thick horizontal slot in the door. You come from Minnesota where the most aggressive sentence is “Hi, how are you” and you’ve attended church every Sunday of your life, even though you don’t really believe in god. We came to the West to skate with the surfer junkies. But then the harbors got bombed and we moved out East to see the hipsters and the artists beggin on the streets. We went to the South with the racists and bigots were dying for a good show. We moved up North to escape from the 70s, and with the 80s on the rise we figured we’d best stay away. The 70s were rockin’ with **** and LSD in parks and concerts, and on benches on the streets. The smoke in the air was everywhere, from the slums in Wisconsin to the cities of Dallas. Even the poor were lost in the haze. When the 80s arrived with Rock ‘n’ Roll and techno beats from windowsills upstairs. The music was groovin’ and the ladies were fine. We saw billboards of our names in neon orange lights. The *** was replaced by coke, and the LSD with ****** singing and swinging with delight in our eyes. When the AIDS broke out we were sick in our beds listening to Pink Floyd and Elton John, and still we were singing. The 70s got us high while the 80s made us die We lived through wars in Vietnam, and Korea; we fought back the communists with red ink on our hands. We broke down the door into China and got them to arrive in the present and join the world. Although their chairman sits on a chair of lies he leads them with an angry fist in the air pumping “three cheers for Mao”. “Three cheers for Mao”. When the Soviets launched themselves to the moon we responded with our money and flashed our shiny new machinery in their faces. We marked our territory and claimed triumphantly that “We’re the best”. And we launched our war nukes and pinned them into intimidation. Then the Cubans sought revenge for the death of the Pigs on their Bay. With rifles in hand we stormed the beach and unearthed Castro and his regime. With our beds soaked in blood, and our dreams covered with fog, hand in hand we lay. We recalled the dances in the backs of old Cafes where the passwords were as simple as three quick knocks and two slow ones. We remembered the guns that pierced the heavenly chorus for the negros in the south. And we thought about the music of the 70s and the death in the 80s and I thought about you for a minute more.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
connor-thomas
Untitled
I come from New Orleans where the swingers hook up with the singers, and the boxes have a person inside who speak to you through a thick horizontal slot in the door. You come from Minnesota where the most aggressive sentence is “Hi, how are you” and you’ve attended church every Sunday of your life, even though you don’t really believe in god. We came to the West to skate with the surfer junkies. But then the harbors got bombed and we moved out East to see the hipsters and the artists beggin on the streets. We went to the South with the racists and bigots were dying for a good show. We moved up North to escape from the 70s, and with the 80s on the rise we figured we’d best stay away. The 70s were rockin’ with **** and LSD in parks and concerts, and on benches on the streets. The smoke in the air was everywhere, from the slums in Wisconsin to the cities of Dallas. Even the poor were lost in the haze. When the 80s arrived with Rock ‘n’ Roll and techno beats from windowsills upstairs. The music was groovin’ and the ladies were fine. We saw billboards of our names in neon orange lights. The *** was replaced by coke, and the LSD with ****** singing and swinging with delight in our eyes. When the AIDS broke out we were sick in our beds listening to Pink Floyd and Elton John, and still we were singing. The 70s got us high while the 80s made us die We lived through wars in Vietnam, and Korea; we fought back the communists with red ink on our hands. We broke down the door into China and got them to arrive in the present and join the world. Although their chairman sits on a chair of lies he leads them with an angry fist in the air pumping “three cheers for Mao”. “Three cheers for Mao”. When the Soviets launched themselves to the moon we responded with our money and flashed our shiny new machinery in their faces. We marked our territory and claimed triumphantly that “We’re the best”. And we launched our war nukes and pinned them into intimidation. Then the Cubans sought revenge for the death of the Pigs on their Bay. With rifles in hand we stormed the beach and unearthed Castro and his regime. With our beds soaked in blood, and our dreams covered with fog, hand in hand we lay. We recalled the dances in the backs of old Cafes where the passwords were as simple as three quick knocks and two slow ones. We remembered the guns that pierced the heavenly chorus for the negros in the south. And we thought about the music of the 70s and the death in the 80s and I thought about you for a minute more.
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We live in a time of uncertainty No jobs Climate change Mass killings warnings of pandemics Where is our utopia where is our heaven on Earth 1900's we had San Fransisco's earthquake McKinley was assassinated First Nobel prize The Tunguska Event nothing as changed in my eyes 1910's we had Spanish flu The sinking of the unsinkable ship, the Titanic and World War 1 What else is needed to say about this decade nothing changed as the human race lived on 1920's we had Discovery of penicillin The great depression and prohibition 1930's we had Bonnie and Clyde Hindenburg disaster Discovery of Pluto Al Capone imprisoned 1940's we had World War 2 Mount Rushmore completed Big bang theory formulated Israel founded Nothing changed but who knew 1950's we had Castro becomes Dictator of Cuba Laika the dog goes into space Korean War began History never changed and neither will the Human Race 1960's we had The rise of the Berlin wall First man on the moon Vietnam War Nothing changed and won't any time soon 1970's we had First test tube baby Tangshan Earthquake Kent state shootings Elvis died 1980's we had Chernobyl Tiananmen square massacre Exxon oil spill Nothing changed and never will 1990's we had Oklahoma city bombing Princess Diana died Columbine massacre World Trade Center bombed End of the Cold War 2000's we had Hurricane Katrina Pluto reclassified Obama elected September 11th 2010's we had Haiti Earthquake Japan Earthquake Bin Laden killed BP oil spill England riots Brazil riots China banned time travel. We're only 4 years in. **** sapiens are nearly 200,000 years old nothing changed and never will
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
craig-harrison
Nothing Changed
We live in a time of uncertainty No jobs Climate change Mass killings warnings of pandemics Where is our utopia where is our heaven on Earth 1900's we had San Fransisco's earthquake McKinley was assassinated First Nobel prize The Tunguska Event nothing as changed in my eyes 1910's we had Spanish flu The sinking of the unsinkable ship, the Titanic and World War 1 What else is needed to say about this decade nothing changed as the human race lived on 1920's we had Discovery of penicillin The great depression and prohibition 1930's we had Bonnie and Clyde Hindenburg disaster Discovery of Pluto Al Capone imprisoned 1940's we had World War 2 Mount Rushmore completed Big bang theory formulated Israel founded Nothing changed but who knew 1950's we had Castro becomes Dictator of Cuba Laika the dog goes into space Korean War began History never changed and neither will the Human Race 1960's we had The rise of the Berlin wall First man on the moon Vietnam War Nothing changed and won't any time soon 1970's we had First test tube baby Tangshan Earthquake Kent state shootings Elvis died 1980's we had Chernobyl Tiananmen square massacre Exxon oil spill Nothing changed and never will 1990's we had Oklahoma city bombing Princess Diana died Columbine massacre World Trade Center bombed End of the Cold War 2000's we had Hurricane Katrina Pluto reclassified Obama elected September 11th 2010's we had Haiti Earthquake Japan Earthquake Bin Laden killed BP oil spill England riots Brazil riots China banned time travel. We're only 4 years in. **** sapiens are nearly 200,000 years old nothing changed and never will
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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
louis-rams
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 pull open the door And hunt for food in the dim orange light. "There's nothing inside" Well, actually, There is something: Months old cream cheeses precariously stacked atop each other, Several mysterious bottles of brown sauces, Dried out leafy vegetables, But nothing This lazy *** can eat without preparing. I push close the door, Leaving my stomach rumbling and empty, But filling my mind with Dreams Three-fourths of the dull gray door is covered With colorful ceramic magnets From my dad’s corporate adventures To Batangas, Bohol, Bacolod, Davao, Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, Macau, Nepal, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, China, Dubai, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia Sudan, Egypt, Ethiopia, Canada, Greece, and Australia. I examine each magnet’s contour and shine, Letting its foreign dust seep into my fingers. I dream that soon I will return all those dusts to their lands And bring home more magnets of my own.
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Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC
marge-redelicia
Refrigerator
I pull open the door And hunt for food in the dim orange light. "There's nothing inside" Well, actually, There is something: Months old cream cheeses precariously stacked atop each other, Several mysterious bottles of brown sauces, Dried out leafy vegetables, But nothing This lazy *** can eat without preparing. I push close the door, Leaving my stomach rumbling and empty, But filling my mind with Dreams Three-fourths of the dull gray door is covered With colorful ceramic magnets From my dad’s corporate adventures To Batangas, Bohol, Bacolod, Davao, Hong Kong, Singapore, Malaysia, Macau, Nepal, Vietnam, Sri Lanka, China, Dubai, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia Sudan, Egypt, Ethiopia, Canada, Greece, and Australia. I examine each magnet’s contour and shine, Letting its foreign dust seep into my fingers. I dream that soon I will return all those dusts to their lands And bring home more magnets of my own.
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Glance at the bullied survivor with no hair left at all, Look twice and you'll notice She's still standing tall. Watch the former gang leader, walking submissively, Look twice and see the trail of tears, As he searches for the winding road to recovery. Observe the old man scrawl a name in the snow, Look twice and see a father, Mourning his murdered daughter buried down below. Admire the woman you love for sure, Look twice and realize that, Due to her past abuse, she's still insecure. Witness the beating of a man done in vain, Beneath his unruly hair and dark eyes, look twice- Don't you see pain? I recognized the quiet woman, generous to the core. I looked twice and saw my mother, Still tortured by memories of the Vietnam War. Dismiss the endless news reports of crime and abuse, Look twice and understand, Violence starts with the power to choose. Awaken and see the world through new eyes, Look twice at society and find out, You've been telling yourself lies. See the disabled, the victims, those who made the wrong choices, Look twice and listen, Now can you hear their agonized voices? I realized the world was never the cordial society I'd dreamt it to be. I looked twice and found out, Stopping violence begins with me.
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
meghan-nguyen
LOOK TWICE- an anti-violence poem
Glance at the bullied survivor with no hair left at all, Look twice and you'll notice She's still standing tall. Watch the former gang leader, walking submissively, Look twice and see the trail of tears, As he searches for the winding road to recovery. Observe the old man scrawl a name in the snow, Look twice and see a father, Mourning his murdered daughter buried down below. Admire the woman you love for sure, Look twice and realize that, Due to her past abuse, she's still insecure. Witness the beating of a man done in vain, Beneath his unruly hair and dark eyes, look twice- Don't you see pain? I recognized the quiet woman, generous to the core. I looked twice and saw my mother, Still tortured by memories of the Vietnam War. Dismiss the endless news reports of crime and abuse, Look twice and understand, Violence starts with the power to choose. Awaken and see the world through new eyes, Look twice at society and find out, You've been telling yourself lies. See the disabled, the victims, those who made the wrong choices, Look twice and listen, Now can you hear their agonized voices? I realized the world was never the cordial society I'd dreamt it to be. I looked twice and found out, Stopping violence begins with me.
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after centuries and centuries and centuries of: pain and suffering, chains and ankle cuffing, segregation and impossible laws, human degredation and deaths for the cause, coloured lines and last picks, work in the mines and barbie-like wigs, culture termination and the education of self-hate, fake freedom motivation and penitentiary execution dates, community sabatoge and destruction of black owned schemes, settle down for hip hop dialogue and basketball dreams racial slurs and monkey metaphors, television blurs and the world shutting doors, the white man's drugs and melanin filled prisons, talent that lacks funds and vietnam missions, death of our black icons and imprisonment of mandela death of trayvon and others on the death list which could go on forever... do you have the right to tell "bottom barrels" not to dream to be on the top? do you wonder why forgiveness is slowly yielding in the world, as if it sees a sign that says it's time to stop? do they not say we must practice what we preach? are they not preaching hate? are they not preaching inequality? are they not preaching the false levels of life? is it too hard for the world to practice equality? is it too hard for the world to live in harmony? is it too hard for the world to see the similarities in our differences? is it too hard for the world to live without fear of colours? is it too much to ask for peace??? - t.m
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
05tm
my heart bleeds a cold spiteful colour that seems hopeless
after centuries and centuries and centuries of: pain and suffering, chains and ankle cuffing, segregation and impossible laws, human degredation and deaths for the cause, coloured lines and last picks, work in the mines and barbie-like wigs, culture termination and the education of self-hate, fake freedom motivation and penitentiary execution dates, community sabatoge and destruction of black owned schemes, settle down for hip hop dialogue and basketball dreams racial slurs and monkey metaphors, television blurs and the world shutting doors, the white man's drugs and melanin filled prisons, talent that lacks funds and vietnam missions, death of our black icons and imprisonment of mandela death of trayvon and others on the death list which could go on forever... do you have the right to tell "bottom barrels" not to dream to be on the top? do you wonder why forgiveness is slowly yielding in the world, as if it sees a sign that says it's time to stop? do they not say we must practice what we preach? are they not preaching hate? are they not preaching inequality? are they not preaching the false levels of life? is it too hard for the world to practice equality? is it too hard for the world to live in harmony? is it too hard for the world to see the similarities in our differences? is it too hard for the world to live without fear of colours? is it too much to ask for peace??? - t.m
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~~~^♡^ black light posters lava lamps purple haze and mega amps bright **** rugs in pink and green long straight hair or Afro-Sheen go ask Alice how time flies starships blast off In her eyes yellow ribbons in her hair Vietnam Scarborough Fair beaded curtain leather n lace brains are gone without a trace Mother Mary let it be flower power love for free you can find a cause to bend but it's hard to find a friend psychedelic music blasts what was "groovy" now the past soulsurvivor 5/10/2015 ~~~^♡^
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
SoulSurvivor
psychedelic
~~~^♡^ black light posters lava lamps purple haze and mega amps bright **** rugs in pink and green long straight hair or Afro-Sheen go ask Alice how time flies starships blast off In her eyes yellow ribbons in her hair Vietnam Scarborough Fair beaded curtain leather n lace brains are gone without a trace Mother Mary let it be flower power love for free you can find a cause to bend but it's hard to find a friend psychedelic music blasts what was "groovy" now the past soulsurvivor 5/10/2015 ~~~^♡^
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Watching Trending videos on YouTube, 2 of the top ten videos are dead, which means I’m watching ghosts, having deja vu see it seems I’ve seen this scene before, Rest In Peace Mac Miller, Resit In Pease Xxxtentacion, this spirits have be writing frantically, going for gold or at least an honorable mention, want to be anything except forgotten, skin is fresh but core is rotten, scent of cologne watching Post Malone, give an interview on Jimmy Fallon, seems we’ve fallen, and our idols are a sign of where we’re at, war never stopped it just changed forms, from Germany to Vietnam to Iraq, as the sun sets over San Francisco Bay, I watch the colors run, indifferent to the cause and the effect, nothing’s perfect but the sky always looks so beautiful, as I gaze out this bedroom window, in a house I do not own, just touched down from Australia, back in The Bay for another round, taking a moment to reflect, in my feelings as the sun sets, and it feels like we’ve seen it all, even though we know we haven’t seen anything yet, watching Trending videos on YouTube, 2 of the top ten videos are dead, which means I’m watching ghosts, having deja vu see it seems I’ve seen this scene before… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
aaronlalux
{ Seeing Ghost }
Watching Trending videos on YouTube, 2 of the top ten videos are dead, which means I’m watching ghosts, having deja vu see it seems I’ve seen this scene before, Rest In Peace Mac Miller, Resit In Pease Xxxtentacion, this spirits have be writing frantically, going for gold or at least an honorable mention, want to be anything except forgotten, skin is fresh but core is rotten, scent of cologne watching Post Malone, give an interview on Jimmy Fallon, seems we’ve fallen, and our idols are a sign of where we’re at, war never stopped it just changed forms, from Germany to Vietnam to Iraq, as the sun sets over San Francisco Bay, I watch the colors run, indifferent to the cause and the effect, nothing’s perfect but the sky always looks so beautiful, as I gaze out this bedroom window, in a house I do not own, just touched down from Australia, back in The Bay for another round, taking a moment to reflect, in my feelings as the sun sets, and it feels like we’ve seen it all, even though we know we haven’t seen anything yet, watching Trending videos on YouTube, 2 of the top ten videos are dead, which means I’m watching ghosts, having deja vu see it seems I’ve seen this scene before… ∆ LaLux ∆
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MEMORIAL DAY May 26th, 2014 **************************************************** To all of you that have ever worn "The Uniform", the uniform of safety and security, the uniform of pride the uniform of freedom, the uniform of liberty THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ********** THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: The American Revolution (most of us have roots to our founders) The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ** areas and battlefields such as (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, you are all heroes and role models, not for a nation, for the world, not for American Patriots, for all humanity, not only on this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ****************************** Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. God bless America
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
warner-baxter
MAY 26TH 2014
MEMORIAL DAY May 26th, 2014 **************************************************** To all of you that have ever worn "The Uniform", the uniform of safety and security, the uniform of pride the uniform of freedom, the uniform of liberty THE UNIFORM OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ********** THANK YOU Thank you to all, in every branch, in every time From: The American Revolution (most of us have roots to our founders) The Civil War (North or South) World War I World War II Korea Vietnam Cambodia Laos Panama Nicaragua The Falkland Islands Somalia Yugoslavia Bosnia Kuwait Iraq Afghanistan Pakistan The Persian Gulf ** areas and battlefields such as (not all locations are listed with no dis-respect) Lexington/Concord, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, Midway Island, Normandy, D-Day, Berlin, Tripoli, Iwo Jima, Okinawa, The 38th Parallel, The Bay of Tonkin, Me Lei, Hanoi, The Hanoi Hilton, Saigon, The ** Chi Minh Trail, Baghdad, Kabul, Ground Zero Manhattan, Pentagon 9/11, a field near Shanksville PA. and many many more, you are all heroes and role models, not for a nation, for the world, not for American Patriots, for all humanity, not only on this Memorial Day, for all days and all days to come. You are appreciated! because freedom has high costs and you pay the price for all of us. ****************************** Godspeed, safety and peace where ever you are. Sincerely, Warner C. Baxter Jr. American Patriot Scottsdale, AZ. U.S.A. God bless America
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“Uncle ** utang sa’yo ng Vietnam ang kanyang kalayaan, Ikaw ang amang mapagpalaya na sa kanila ay gumabay. Ikaw ang dakilang liwanag na sa kanila’y pumatnubay, Kahit sa gitna ng laksang lumbay hindi mo sila pinabayaan. Wala kang katulad sa buong Vietnam, ikaw ang bayaning tunay. Sa ilalim ng iyong pamumuno walong taon ninyong nilabanan Ang mga Pranses sa mga palayan, bundok at lansangan. At Matapos ang walong taon ng nakakapagod na pakikibaka sa Wakas ay napasuko ninyo ang mga kaaway. Subalit di-naglaon lumitaw ang isang bagong kaaway, Ang Estados Unidos na s’yang bagong halimaw na gustong Humalili sa mga kolonyalistang Pranses. Lahat ng kalupitan Sa inyo ay ipinadanas subalit sa udyok at impluwensya mo Hindi kayo sumuko. Matapos ang labing-anim na taon ng Madugong pakikipag-tuos natalo din ang dambuhalang kaaway. Isa kang tunay na rebolusyunaryo na karapat-dapat na mamuno. Subalit isa rin palang makata na sumusulat ng mga tula, Mga tulang gumigising sa puso’t kaluluwa ng bayan. Sumusulat ka ng mga tula habang nakahimpil sa gubat, Habang pinapanood ang pag-aani ng palay at nung ikaw ay Nabilanggo dun sa Tsina sa loob ng labing-apat na buwan. Wala kang ibang kapiling kundi ang iyong mga tula. Binasa ko kahapon ang mga tula mo, ramdam ko ang Bawat mensahe nito. Alam ko na sa bawat paghalik ng pluma Sa papel ay kasama nito ang kaluluwa mo at ang sigaw ng puso Mo. Mga tulang rebolusyunaryo ang tema at dating. Ang dahon at bulaklak ay tiyak na malalanta pero hindi ang iyong mga tula; mananatili itong buhay at naka-kintal sa puso ng Vietnam. Wala kana nga Uncle ** pero lalagi kang buhay sa puso ng mga kababayan mo at sa bawat puso ng makatang rebolusyunaryo na tulad mo.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
makabagongmakata69
ANG REBOLUSYUNARYO AT ANG KANYANG MGA TULA
“Uncle ** utang sa’yo ng Vietnam ang kanyang kalayaan, Ikaw ang amang mapagpalaya na sa kanila ay gumabay. Ikaw ang dakilang liwanag na sa kanila’y pumatnubay, Kahit sa gitna ng laksang lumbay hindi mo sila pinabayaan. Wala kang katulad sa buong Vietnam, ikaw ang bayaning tunay. Sa ilalim ng iyong pamumuno walong taon ninyong nilabanan Ang mga Pranses sa mga palayan, bundok at lansangan. At Matapos ang walong taon ng nakakapagod na pakikibaka sa Wakas ay napasuko ninyo ang mga kaaway. Subalit di-naglaon lumitaw ang isang bagong kaaway, Ang Estados Unidos na s’yang bagong halimaw na gustong Humalili sa mga kolonyalistang Pranses. Lahat ng kalupitan Sa inyo ay ipinadanas subalit sa udyok at impluwensya mo Hindi kayo sumuko. Matapos ang labing-anim na taon ng Madugong pakikipag-tuos natalo din ang dambuhalang kaaway. Isa kang tunay na rebolusyunaryo na karapat-dapat na mamuno. Subalit isa rin palang makata na sumusulat ng mga tula, Mga tulang gumigising sa puso’t kaluluwa ng bayan. Sumusulat ka ng mga tula habang nakahimpil sa gubat, Habang pinapanood ang pag-aani ng palay at nung ikaw ay Nabilanggo dun sa Tsina sa loob ng labing-apat na buwan. Wala kang ibang kapiling kundi ang iyong mga tula. Binasa ko kahapon ang mga tula mo, ramdam ko ang Bawat mensahe nito. Alam ko na sa bawat paghalik ng pluma Sa papel ay kasama nito ang kaluluwa mo at ang sigaw ng puso Mo. Mga tulang rebolusyunaryo ang tema at dating. Ang dahon at bulaklak ay tiyak na malalanta pero hindi ang iyong mga tula; mananatili itong buhay at naka-kintal sa puso ng Vietnam. Wala kana nga Uncle ** pero lalagi kang buhay sa puso ng mga kababayan mo at sa bawat puso ng makatang rebolusyunaryo na tulad mo.
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i peeked into your secret i unbottuned your sensitivity with your own sarcasm you blew my vietnam my heart is a touchy speaker cable and you sparked me up now i am empty beer bottles oscillating in your hand and then you set me down i am your nostalgia and you can only think of bad things like bruised knees and gout and that summer you had walking pneumonia and syphilis and you cried every night into your mother's arms i am the cancer you faked in order to gain attention i am that boy that fell for it and gave you syphilis i am your shaved head on picture day in the 9th grade i am your solitude i am your noise i am your virginity being taken in the backseat of your brother's best friend's parent's camaro when you were 15 and more than willing
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
david-badgerow
Walking Pneumonia
i peeked into your secret i unbottuned your sensitivity with your own sarcasm you blew my vietnam my heart is a touchy speaker cable and you sparked me up now i am empty beer bottles oscillating in your hand and then you set me down i am your nostalgia and you can only think of bad things like bruised knees and gout and that summer you had walking pneumonia and syphilis and you cried every night into your mother's arms i am the cancer you faked in order to gain attention i am that boy that fell for it and gave you syphilis i am your shaved head on picture day in the 9th grade i am your solitude i am your noise i am your virginity being taken in the backseat of your brother's best friend's parent's camaro when you were 15 and more than willing
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always take your shoes off before you cross a threshold               you've been carrying your dirt around with you                 leave it at the door           wear your face mask wash your neck ask for no sugar hold yourself center                                                                            this city's crazy, child be grateful for the sun, and getting to be outside        buildings do not satiate the wild within          when the sun kisses your face, feel loved don't drink the tap try to keep your bones intact keep your eyes open wear a helmet                                                this city's crazy, child speak and laugh as loudly as you want       set the bar high, so that growing up doesn't make you silent         the world should know that you are here           you're so beautiful wash your dishes sweep your floors grant your own wishes lock the door                                                              this city's crazy, child  try not to breathe in the fumes don't go to school for something you don't love! ....                 or do who am i to say but from what i can see, you have patience for your elders, child              i wish they had patience for you
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
geminiiiiiidk
This City's Crazy, Child - Hanoi, Vietnam
always take your shoes off before you cross a threshold               you've been carrying your dirt around with you                 leave it at the door           wear your face mask wash your neck ask for no sugar hold yourself center                                                                            this city's crazy, child be grateful for the sun, and getting to be outside        buildings do not satiate the wild within          when the sun kisses your face, feel loved don't drink the tap try to keep your bones intact keep your eyes open wear a helmet                                                this city's crazy, child speak and laugh as loudly as you want       set the bar high, so that growing up doesn't make you silent         the world should know that you are here           you're so beautiful wash your dishes sweep your floors grant your own wishes lock the door                                                              this city's crazy, child  try not to breathe in the fumes don't go to school for something you don't love! ....                 or do who am i to say but from what i can see, you have patience for your elders, child              i wish they had patience for you
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My Mom took me to the casino to gamble with her money. Played video poker and roulette, and very well could have just lit $80 on fire. The casino was my Vietnam. We sit down and order sodas from a machine called "Fairies of the Forest". No intention or idea how to play it. Put in $20. Press a couple buttons. Won $140. I think the laws of physics break down under that ceiling. Like Alice in Wonderland on acid... or would it be more acid?
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
austin-heath
"Mayday Casino."
My Mom took me to the casino to gamble with her money. Played video poker and roulette, and very well could have just lit $80 on fire. The casino was my Vietnam. We sit down and order sodas from a machine called "Fairies of the Forest". No intention or idea how to play it. Put in $20. Press a couple buttons. Won $140. I think the laws of physics break down under that ceiling. Like Alice in Wonderland on acid... or would it be more acid?
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At Bookshop Santa Cruz I look at a book about the East Bay then and now One picture strikes me: 1969 Sproul Plaza Govener Ronald Reagan has the National Guard spray tear gas on protesters on the steps of this Berkeley Administration Building People run in black and white they look like my parents The helicopter is so close to the ground, like the Vietnam War I was three In the backseat of our VW Bug My mother was driving me to Strawberry Canyon for a swim Then she got scared--something on the radio We turned around I didn't understand She had to protect us from tear gas We lived in a war zone Everyone was very upset We were attacked by our own government Even children were fair game An innocent frog is placed in water If the water temperature is raised gradually the frog will sit there until it dies In 1980 Ronald Reagan became our President Much to our dismay "70% of pollution comes from trees" he had announced as Governer, he was obviously a man of science The vice grip clenched, the water temperature raised as we felt around us the world becoming more difficult as a middle class we were supposed to wait for crumbs to fall from the table of the rich folks fighting over the bits like starving animals Budgets were cut Prices rose, wages fell or disappeared completely We were at war 1985: I took a class in Economics in college, a UC I learned that Supply Side Economics was a silly idea written on a napkin at a fancy restaurant where the fat ones eat and the crumbs are thrown away It was all a sham An excuse The vice grip tightened, the world became more difficult not the American Dream my parents grew up in To be middle class was to struggle and struggle and still not have anything The frog began to die Somehow we saw that Reagan drifted away, but his ghost remained, a respite in the 90's Then we were at war again Not just tear gas, but carpet bombing Guerilla warfare in the streets of a hot arid country Oil companies, already saturating our ground and our air with their products Cashed in The frog is near death We struggle, and nothing gets better Only a respite At a fancy restaurant on a napkin someone wrote a new theory of Economics that became like Scientology Outgrew it's ridiculous inception And became real Ronald Reagan dropped tear gas from helicopters on Sproul Plaza and it drifted to Strawberry Canyon where children learned to swim But that is child's play now the frog is about to die I want to pull it out.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
zulu-samperfas
Tear Gas and an Innocent Frog
At Bookshop Santa Cruz I look at a book about the East Bay then and now One picture strikes me: 1969 Sproul Plaza Govener Ronald Reagan has the National Guard spray tear gas on protesters on the steps of this Berkeley Administration Building People run in black and white they look like my parents The helicopter is so close to the ground, like the Vietnam War I was three In the backseat of our VW Bug My mother was driving me to Strawberry Canyon for a swim Then she got scared--something on the radio We turned around I didn't understand She had to protect us from tear gas We lived in a war zone Everyone was very upset We were attacked by our own government Even children were fair game An innocent frog is placed in water If the water temperature is raised gradually the frog will sit there until it dies In 1980 Ronald Reagan became our President Much to our dismay "70% of pollution comes from trees" he had announced as Governer, he was obviously a man of science The vice grip clenched, the water temperature raised as we felt around us the world becoming more difficult as a middle class we were supposed to wait for crumbs to fall from the table of the rich folks fighting over the bits like starving animals Budgets were cut Prices rose, wages fell or disappeared completely We were at war 1985: I took a class in Economics in college, a UC I learned that Supply Side Economics was a silly idea written on a napkin at a fancy restaurant where the fat ones eat and the crumbs are thrown away It was all a sham An excuse The vice grip tightened, the world became more difficult not the American Dream my parents grew up in To be middle class was to struggle and struggle and still not have anything The frog began to die Somehow we saw that Reagan drifted away, but his ghost remained, a respite in the 90's Then we were at war again Not just tear gas, but carpet bombing Guerilla warfare in the streets of a hot arid country Oil companies, already saturating our ground and our air with their products Cashed in The frog is near death We struggle, and nothing gets better Only a respite At a fancy restaurant on a napkin someone wrote a new theory of Economics that became like Scientology Outgrew it's ridiculous inception And became real Ronald Reagan dropped tear gas from helicopters on Sproul Plaza and it drifted to Strawberry Canyon where children learned to swim But that is child's play now the frog is about to die I want to pull it out.
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The youth Youth is weird, Somewhat interesting. An adult pop rock mix With child soda pop. Youth is Coca-Cola, Marlboro, whiskey and energy, The eternal monologue of life, ID number, property tax and Netflix. Youth is John Lennon, Che, Fidel and Hendrix, Contemporary history, ancient and medieval history. Youth is pants ripped jeans, Popsicle, lollipop, painted face, Chicle, coffee and french fries, Point G, miniskirt and condoms. Youth is the Dalai Lama, Techno, rave and rasta, Drugs, drops and guitar, Punk, samba and hopefully that-fall. Youth is the opposite of the opposite, It's a Friday at midnight, Mustard, ketchup and mayonnaise, X-salad, ham and cheese sandwich and X-men. Youth is D-Day, Vietnam, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Testosterone, Woodstock and Waterloo, Afghanistan, TPM and MTV. Youth is a pressure cooker, Isis, Syria, sukiyaki, Anonymous, Al Qaeda, rice and beans, Genesis, Revelation and mint candy. Youth is weird, Somewhat interesting. An adult pop rock mix With child soda pop.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
adroaldo-barbosa-jr
THE YOUTH
The youth Youth is weird, Somewhat interesting. An adult pop rock mix With child soda pop. Youth is Coca-Cola, Marlboro, whiskey and energy, The eternal monologue of life, ID number, property tax and Netflix. Youth is John Lennon, Che, Fidel and Hendrix, Contemporary history, ancient and medieval history. Youth is pants ripped jeans, Popsicle, lollipop, painted face, Chicle, coffee and french fries, Point G, miniskirt and condoms. Youth is the Dalai Lama, Techno, rave and rasta, Drugs, drops and guitar, Punk, samba and hopefully that-fall. Youth is the opposite of the opposite, It's a Friday at midnight, Mustard, ketchup and mayonnaise, X-salad, ham and cheese sandwich and X-men. Youth is D-Day, Vietnam, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Testosterone, Woodstock and Waterloo, Afghanistan, TPM and MTV. Youth is a pressure cooker, Isis, Syria, sukiyaki, Anonymous, Al Qaeda, rice and beans, Genesis, Revelation and mint candy. Youth is weird, Somewhat interesting. An adult pop rock mix With child soda pop.
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Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein” by Michael R. Burch for Trump I went to Berlin to learn wisdom from Adolph. The wild spittle flew as he screamed at me, with great conviction: “Please despise me! I look like a Jew!” So I flew off to ’Nam to learn wisdom from tall Yankees who cursed “yellow” foes. “If we lose this small square,” they informed me, earth’s nations will fall, dominoes!” I then sat at Christ’s feet to learn wisdom, but his Book, from its genesis to close, said: “Men can enslave their own brothers!” (I soon noticed he lacked any clothes.) So I traveled to bright Tel Aviv where great scholars with lofty IQs informed me that (since I’m an Arab) I’m unfit to lick dirt from their shoes. At last, done with learning, I stumbled to a well where the waters seemed sweet: the mirage of American “justice.” There I wept a real sea, in defeat. Originally published by Café Dissensus Keywords/Tags: Einstein, Adolph, ****** Berlin, Jew, Jews, Arab, Arabs, Palestinian, Palestinians, Vietnam, Vietnamese, American, Americans, Yankees, Domino, Theory, Dominoes, Jesus, Christ, Bible, Christian, Christianity, Slave, Slaves, Slavery, Israel, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv
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Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC
michael-r-burch
Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein”
Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein” by Michael R. Burch for Trump I went to Berlin to learn wisdom from Adolph. The wild spittle flew as he screamed at me, with great conviction: “Please despise me! I look like a Jew!” So I flew off to ’Nam to learn wisdom from tall Yankees who cursed “yellow” foes. “If we lose this small square,” they informed me, earth’s nations will fall, dominoes!” I then sat at Christ’s feet to learn wisdom, but his Book, from its genesis to close, said: “Men can enslave their own brothers!” (I soon noticed he lacked any clothes.) So I traveled to bright Tel Aviv where great scholars with lofty IQs informed me that (since I’m an Arab) I’m unfit to lick dirt from their shoes. At last, done with learning, I stumbled to a well where the waters seemed sweet: the mirage of American “justice.” There I wept a real sea, in defeat. Originally published by Café Dissensus Keywords/Tags: Einstein, Adolph, ****** Berlin, Jew, Jews, Arab, Arabs, Palestinian, Palestinians, Vietnam, Vietnamese, American, Americans, Yankees, Domino, Theory, Dominoes, Jesus, Christ, Bible, Christian, Christianity, Slave, Slaves, Slavery, Israel, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv
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Purple Cow I've never seen a purple cow though I have been inside a purple haze things are different between then and now when I stumbled around for many dayz standing in corners watching the crowd yellow barrels of sunshine enlightened view Mr Hendrix's Watchtower 90 decibels loud smiling faces thinking that we really knew it seemed so simple peace and love not very real but I so miss those times burn the bra olive branch and dove now I just sit and think up rhymes Dylan's monotone with catchy words Gracie had her rabbit of white he was a friend of mine sang out the Byrds another hit of fresh air tonite Vietnam changed things so much yet still again the money rules you would have thought we had the touch but once again we are the fools so maybe it is time once again to raise up our voices and show them how we will not just stand around and grin maybe it's time to see that purple cow Gomer LePoet ....
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Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 11:48 AM UTC
david-nelson
Purple Cow
Purple Cow I've never seen a purple cow though I have been inside a purple haze things are different between then and now when I stumbled around for many dayz standing in corners watching the crowd yellow barrels of sunshine enlightened view Mr Hendrix's Watchtower 90 decibels loud smiling faces thinking that we really knew it seemed so simple peace and love not very real but I so miss those times burn the bra olive branch and dove now I just sit and think up rhymes Dylan's monotone with catchy words Gracie had her rabbit of white he was a friend of mine sang out the Byrds another hit of fresh air tonite Vietnam changed things so much yet still again the money rules you would have thought we had the touch but once again we are the fools so maybe it is time once again to raise up our voices and show them how we will not just stand around and grin maybe it's time to see that purple cow Gomer LePoet ....
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"Son can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet And I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" Billy Joel lyrics from "Piano Man"* ~~~~~~~~~~~~ when I was very young I wore Levi jeans and white Hanes cotton T shirts my mother bot me, my feet, Ked clad, red from the kid's "department" store on Central Avenue, the Main Street of my small town when I was a young lad, I wore workingman's cargo jeans and white Hanes cotton T shirts under red plaid wooly shirts, itchy affairs, that I bot for myself in a real Army Navy store, desert colored suede boots, laced up high, upon my feet when I was of middling years, my jeans were khaki pants, Gap supplied, and my Gap T shirts, faded like me, a non-descript color, made in a gap of pale pastel colors from Bangladesh or Vietnam, pale pastel, like me so as I slide~decline into my nursing home years, I wear unbranded jeans and white cotton no name T shirts with matching white disposable slippers, that the Purchasing Department bot for me, cause they know, I like, a younger man's clothes and the memories that play all day lost in day dreaming of a life well dressed 2:01am
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
poetoftheway
A younger man's clothes
"Son can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet And I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes" Billy Joel lyrics from "Piano Man"* ~~~~~~~~~~~~ when I was very young I wore Levi jeans and white Hanes cotton T shirts my mother bot me, my feet, Ked clad, red from the kid's "department" store on Central Avenue, the Main Street of my small town when I was a young lad, I wore workingman's cargo jeans and white Hanes cotton T shirts under red plaid wooly shirts, itchy affairs, that I bot for myself in a real Army Navy store, desert colored suede boots, laced up high, upon my feet when I was of middling years, my jeans were khaki pants, Gap supplied, and my Gap T shirts, faded like me, a non-descript color, made in a gap of pale pastel colors from Bangladesh or Vietnam, pale pastel, like me so as I slide~decline into my nursing home years, I wear unbranded jeans and white cotton no name T shirts with matching white disposable slippers, that the Purchasing Department bot for me, cause they know, I like, a younger man's clothes and the memories that play all day lost in day dreaming of a life well dressed 2:01am
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Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence Declaration typewriter at window silver panorama in natural eyeball-- Sacramento valley rivercourse's Chinese dragonflames licking green flats north-hazed State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields to Sierras- past Reno, Pyramid Lake's blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands' brown wasteland scratched by tires Jerry Rubin arrested! Beaten, jailed, coccyx broken-- Leary out of action--"a public menace... persons of tender years...immature judgement...pyschiatric examination..." i.e. Shut up or Else Loonybin or Slam Leroi on *** gun rap, $7,000 lawyer fees, years' negotiations-- SPOCK GUILTY headlined temporary, Joan Baez' paramour husband Dave Harris to Gaol Dylan silent on politics, & safe-- having a baby, a man-- Cleaver shot at, jail'd, maddened, parole revoked, Vietnam War flesh-heap grows higher, blood splashing down the mountains of bodies on to Cholon's sidewalks-- Blond boys in airplane seats fed technicolor Murderers advance w/ Death-chords Earplugs in, steak on plastic served--Eyes up to the Image-- What do I have to lose if America falls? my body? my neck? my personality? June 19, 1968
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Allen Ginsberg
Crossing Nation
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- Dr Leary in his brown house scribing Independence Declaration typewriter at window silver panorama in natural eyeball-- Sacramento valley rivercourse's Chinese dragonflames licking green flats north-hazed State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields to Sierras- past Reno, Pyramid Lake's blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands' brown wasteland scratched by tires Jerry Rubin arrested! Beaten, jailed, coccyx broken-- Leary out of action--"a public menace... persons of tender years...immature judgement...pyschiatric examination..." i.e. Shut up or Else Loonybin or Slam Leroi on *** gun rap, $7,000 lawyer fees, years' negotiations-- SPOCK GUILTY headlined temporary, Joan Baez' paramour husband Dave Harris to Gaol Dylan silent on politics, & safe-- having a baby, a man-- Cleaver shot at, jail'd, maddened, parole revoked, Vietnam War flesh-heap grows higher, blood splashing down the mountains of bodies on to Cholon's sidewalks-- Blond boys in airplane seats fed technicolor Murderers advance w/ Death-chords Earplugs in, steak on plastic served--Eyes up to the Image-- What do I have to lose if America falls? my body? my neck? my personality? June 19, 1968
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Black, Swiss cheese hulk on horizon The James Longstreet immobile old freighter of the bay Towed to the ignominy of its last commission in the curled arm of The Cape Tides flex their muscles against it But The Longstreet is steadfast in its dark purpose Standing target for practice A sortie if planes home in on its bulk Honing their skills on this “fish-in-a-barrel” Thunderhead-etched pyrotechnics Booming follows the miles over water Against The Longstreet’s silhouette enduring even God fixes sights firing bolts across its bow taking aim at our futures Standing targets for practice Vietnam? Cape Cod? No difference to teens before life’s ocean of conscription Sand is cold beneath dunes Beach grass rustles to the pulsing surf to the wind’s whispers just below hearing as if there’s a secret that must be kept We are targets for practice We are meaningless din Pulling our sweatshirts and blanket closer The Supremes sing thinly from transistor “Stopped for a moment in the name of love— Thinking it over”
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elizabeth-balise
Cape Cod Target Ship
Black, Swiss cheese hulk on horizon The James Longstreet immobile old freighter of the bay Towed to the ignominy of its last commission in the curled arm of The Cape Tides flex their muscles against it But The Longstreet is steadfast in its dark purpose Standing target for practice A sortie if planes home in on its bulk Honing their skills on this “fish-in-a-barrel” Thunderhead-etched pyrotechnics Booming follows the miles over water Against The Longstreet’s silhouette enduring even God fixes sights firing bolts across its bow taking aim at our futures Standing targets for practice Vietnam? Cape Cod? No difference to teens before life’s ocean of conscription Sand is cold beneath dunes Beach grass rustles to the pulsing surf to the wind’s whispers just below hearing as if there’s a secret that must be kept We are targets for practice We are meaningless din Pulling our sweatshirts and blanket closer The Supremes sing thinly from transistor “Stopped for a moment in the name of love— Thinking it over”
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