Long Hoodies Poems

When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then...

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I write about my ex a lot,
we didn't talk much, but our tongues touched,
we used to have sex a lot and 
it was so hot that it set my soul ablaze, 
and no, it wasn't...

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Picture this.
Exploding pipe bombs.
Land fields that can take your arms off.
Driving off road, and frenzied, with excitement 
Adrenaline RAGING.
Oh, yes, Syrian Teenagers,
It is “Let’s See If We Are Really Alive” day.
Okay, we’ll let in some...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers...

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I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant 
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine 
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while...

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rich in livestock and goods, living at the center of the land.  Ezekiel 38:12

Q:  What are the modern day names of these nations: Sheba, and Dedan and the
     ...

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This poem may upset a few people
In a world of drama, pain and hate, how can I write something peaceful
I'm always honest with my feelings, never will I mislead you
Religion is the root of all...

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Sometimes I don't switch on TV, the radio stays dumb
and finishing a newspaper can leave me feeling numb.
What is it with this world of ours, where did it all go wrong?
How could the higher-ups elect...

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I feel like a hurricane has came through my life.
Like It wrecked havoc on every area some maybe twice.
I wish my life would calm down maybe a tad bit.
Maybe then it'll have pieces to the...

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By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)

The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains
but we still...

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Would it be too much 
If I told you
I missed you? 

What if I said it 
While 
Lying in your shirt? 

Would your heart 
Be fluttering 
The same way mine has been? 

Like it has...

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Sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to be here
But I put on a brave face because they hope to see fear
Labels on my head and judgement from the environment
I wear Hoodies, Trainers and have...

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Drowning in a sea of dark hoodies and unbrushed hair,
My mind turns dark, a cloud forms and haunts me,
Two sides of my brain desperate to escape my embodiment of sadness,
The bird in the cage known...

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when the sun finally shines its last hot beams of
annoying rays down upon the slimy suntan-lotion-saturated 
bodies &
the convertibles get taken back in the garages &
the vast groups of lame ass motorcyclists who drive only...

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So we had a click.
 We called it the Chick flick click for we were slick. We made rhymes that made no sense. We were the Goons of our hood and we’d go around wearing...

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He's this, he's that,this is what he should be like
He shouldn't have that many tattoos, he shouldn't dress like that
He's clearly a wannabe gangsta because he listens to Hip-Hop and Rap
I'm just me, and I...

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i am a creation of empty minded sex
and anger that plucks the heads from flowers
i come from broken glass absorbed into the front seat
from a desolated house 
where plates and pillows whisper dirty words
where mirrors...

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This is the soundtrack to the struggle
I hit the ground flat when I stumbled
But found a way to bounce back from my troubles
This is the soundtrack to the struggle

Most days I'm too scared and paranoid...

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Sometimes I just feel picture-perfect

like flowers that stay blue 

even if they can't reflect the ocean.

and I want to serenade the firmament

and resound myself to the air with silence like growing,

and sink tendrils, feasting off...

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Age One to five,
diaper, t-shirt, panties, petticoat, dress, hair ribbon,
Six to ten
car coat, patent leather shoes, apron, white pedal pushers, ruffled top,
Eleven to fifteen
Liz blouse, go-go boots, faux leather jumper,
bellbottoms, polyester pantsuit,
Sixteen to twenty
shirt dress,...

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when i grow up, i wanna be a pickpocket
more respectable perhaps than a hypocrite
to tell the truth i really don't want to remit
yet it seems kinda unkind, to just be opposite

so i'll say to you...

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We need a change in society
I'm seeing Heartbreak, backstabbing, Violence and Betrayal
People are full of hate, Drama, and don't know how to be faithful
We're dealing with pain in variety

New day, new tragedy, sadly that's how...

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Hold your horses, 
use all your resources 
and force your thoughts 
to not follow the course 
that stigma endorses. 

I figure I was sent 
to present a different 
style that you think is rap, 
but...

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In high school everything changes
Teachers, friends, you, 
“That’s just life” they say,
And they never stop to ask
“Well, how do you feel?”

And your friends leave, and your grades decrease,
And your teachers begin to worry,
And they make...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Trayvon
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2013

We just lost
another 
One
America -

Trayvon 
Martin
is dead -

Trayvon
Martin,
is dead -

This time
Is no different 
from the
 last time,
a young 
black male
was
gunned down
from the hands
of 
Bodacious 
ignorance
and 
fear -

There's 
no other
explanation 
one can give,
why
this had
to be -

A cataclysm,
solely
because 
of 
the color
of a man's
skin -

What...

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