Best Neo Poems

Neo*,
My beamish boy,
Who slayed 'The Jabberwock'.
"Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
My friend.






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*Neo is part Blue Heeler, part mongrel and all good. Mostly.
Lines used from Lewis Carrolls 'Jabberwocky'....

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Staring in the mirror,
 listening to a tune or two;
 quite  a few.
 Feeling overwhelming,
 yet, spanking brand new.
 
Heart spinning to a rhythm,
 deja vu',
 once before, a simple, yet  complex groove.
 Moving, swaying, got me saying,
 that's my  jam!!!!
 that's...

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The Black Crime Syndicate
The Neo Crime Family
The Black Crime Family
The Jade Dragons
The Green Nation
Cyber Crime Family...

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Black Crime Syndicate
Neo Crime Family
Black Crime Family
Jade Dragons
The Green Nation
Cyber Crime Family...

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NEO NATIVITY


Metal ghosts of Detroit's best
held together by rust and secrets,
stacked five high, squashed and bent
each holds memories-
good times in their back seats
family trips to the shore,
drive-in movies,
kids sleeping in the back
on the ride home from Christmas.

They may not be pretty
but they do provide shelter.
They...

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Megalopolis wants growing whenever,
Even she was full of wealth and honor,
Swallowing lots of loser and goner,
But she's still growing and stops it never.

Megalopolis wants flowing forever,
She washed away people into ruined darkness,
She washed away people from blessed happiness,
But she's still flowing and stops it never.

Yes,...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run, no matter time, not record,
Confidence degenerates in ton, and waste is felt in effort. 

Mind is but contained—by signal—swiveled text...

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Ever brew tea in an industrial brewer?
I did just yesterday with a tea bag fewer
then more have seen. I watched it drip
mixing water with steam and drip leaving
lines in between, the loose leaves.of tea.

A star pattern there when I peeked to see
what a tea maker...

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There are new thoughts
Phoenix rising
from the ashes of the old days
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
is a walk on the Wild West side
Gun-slinging strange love dimensions,
old underground frontiers freshly silo demented
It’s a new pre-emptive day
for old-gen mushroom hippies
Shooting fungi bullets up in the air
from their fissure flower guns
Dropping the...

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When they wallow in luxury
Yet groan in their greed,
Restless as restless could be;

Not aware of self's real need,
Nor listening to wisdom's words,
Too sure of their crooked creed;

-They could have flown like birds
Quite individual and free,
Not driven by desire in herds-

Not crown but scum of the...

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I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just...

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When they wallow in luxury
Yet groan in their greed,
Restless as restless could be;

Not aware of self's real need,
Nor listening to wisdom's words,
Too sure of their crooked creed;

-They could have flown like birds
Quite individual and free,
Not driven by desire in herds-

Not crown but scum of the...

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When they wallow in luxury
Yet groan in their greed,
Restless as restless could be;

Not aware of self's real need,
Nor listening to wisdom's words,
Too sure of their crooked creed;

-They could have flown like birds
Quite individual and free,
Not driven by desire in herds-

Not crown but scum of the...

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Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and  unique cultural heritage in a picturesque execution.


Africa will Rise Up Tall,Bold, and rule the Earth again
But first Africans must be Africans and more, not more...

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"Why you sitting out here Dele?",
She squeaked.
"You gonna be those tiny bitters' food!",
She exclaimed.
If there ever was more to Ollie,
It'd be more squeaks and exclaims.
I sits on the stairs out on the porch.
She makes to draw myself up,
I stay stubborn still.
Even in ninety, I still...

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