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3Neo Nazi Jackboots, Ovens, and Ethnic Hatred Once Again. Underground Poetry
Ethnic cleansing occurs globally.... The United States is not exempt.A concern we all should
4My Kingdom for a Cigarette. Underground Poetry.
My Kingdom for A Cigarette:: ______________________ My cigarette- my scepter- my nemesis, a mere statement in photographs. Cheap beer and Dr feel Good, just lead boots that persist in abandoning my ass. The Chevy , my chariot an Oak tree...
3The Writer's Frustration. Underground Poetry
Key West... Scrutinize the poet, struggling to describe the ruckus and squabbling of starlings en masse... blotting the panorama blue and gold, to remarkable clouds wavering on command. Oh, but for words and phrases ...
3Native Songs and Dancing for a Cleansing... Underground Poetry
Native American, Ancestral Voices: Cry for the rains children: Dance for the rain For the high green grass⦠For the return of Grandfather Dance as the Old Ones Drum and chant Drum and chant Dance until delirious Talk to the ancients The...
6Weep Your Children's Goodbyes. Underground Poetry
It has been said: "It simply goes with the profession... the one chosen." "Nurse Helfen" She would never, could ever- get over the attachments... Each child her own, each a face not to be forgotten... The...
22I Don't Want Another Damn Dog, and That's That! Underground Poetry
The grizzled old Vermonter a man past his good years sat in his rocker on the creaking, unpainted front porch. Shaking his head, and scratching at his sparse white beard, he strained and moaned his refusal. Old Hugh, debated on...
8The Iron Maiden and 55 Chevy's
The not so unique poem of youth and their feelings of invincibility is one all know well. This portrayal is a sad reminder of the opposite when speed combined with alcohol destroys young lives and the families who loved them. thank you, gg.zaino
2Dear Poet That's Holding Me
dear poet share with me, articulate monition utmost desire, call to fruition evoking resolve, of motley derision diminutive thought, to your decision my teacher, my solace, inspire me arrange all my verse with fluency shaking my soul with...
6The Prison Yard Snitch Bleeds Like the Pig he is. Underground Poetry
The Yard: Sour judgment, slanted jurisprudence; ancient granite and forged iron. these truths, are ripe and stink like dirty cops. They hold the fresh felon, captive like a dog. a dark centuryâs passed, one manacled second at...
4I Ask Not For Riches... Only The Cheese
THE CHEESE: Itâs all about the cheese. sparingly and without condiment- The tidbits- the rewards. At times unsalted and served cold. We cry for crumbs from plates of porcelain china- that fall to our place on the floor. Lest we...
4On High School Class Reunions
â¦Far and near, we came by compulsion by the draw, a specific magnetism. Passing time like the grey waters of Narragansett Bay lapping the bow of a sturdy Grady White. Surrounded by a grayness zero visibility and clinging, wet mist ... ...
4Cinderellas Castle is a Prison. Underground Poetry
Cinderella's Castle: gg.zaino It felt as though, she were being led, to and fro, by a short noose by her pitifully impotent passive aggressive , dick of a husband; "Roger James Truncheon IV" He was the Law Offices' head honcho's, ass...
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Underground Poetry. Red Sun is Down Woman
Red Sun is Down: â¦Where were you, in those dripping hours, my declining moments? On the rim; suspended by circumstance I understood, alone- staring at your back. Smoke from, a thousand menthol cigarettes. ... a thousand more. The vault...
15Beauty Won't Last my Woman Narcissus. Underground Poetry
The Sister Narcissus O, my nearly pardoned darling; lost bride to be, how you excelled. Indeed, you did. An extremely quick study; you made the Dean's List, graduated Vanity School, at the top of your class. The perfect poster child, for the...
10My Guns, My Freedom, My Country.
It is my opinion...The rights and privileges of the American people are in jeopardy. Our Constitution and Bill of Rights may be taken from us. We, as free American citizens are guaranteed certain rights by our Constitution, including- the right to bear arms. We just may have to bear arms once again against a dictatorial state- the senate, congress, and an injurious President; who would dare dismantle our natural rights to live as we see fit, keep our firearms and preserve our precious country.
6He Drank Like A Kennedy
still intact... Booze is a tool of the Rich and getaways. He drank like a Kennedy, but never murdered a blond actress with a fine ass, or killed a woman in his car⦠leaving her behind drowning next to a bridge... on...
8The Bridge to Freedom. Suicide of a Young Woman, No Regrets Just Pain.
Missy thinks of nothing but.... Mt Hope Bridge Bristol Rhode Island a good night for an end to things.... She came ashore here- @ Jamestown The Rail/Verdict is in: , The young, dusty haired woman, slumped , detached- head held between...
38DUSTY THE GUNSLINGER, MI AMIGO
"The Gunslinger Dusty" And though, the mushrooming, copper jacketed, hollow point Remington's of extreme intention; whizzed by- and the casting of silvery crescent, Arabian daggers and wearisome violence, sliced his impudence, â¦...
4Me and Ernest Hemingway Fished for Sharks one night, off The Florida Keys.
Me and Hemingway went fishing for SHARKS He hated sharks I hated the sun. City lights brighter than the full Luna, down I plummeted from up there- only to splatter, like dog offal, on a Hollywood star - in front of Graumans Chinese Theater. ...
9Washington DC, Death Inc. underground poetry
Death's Narrative: Restless Natives, there's plenty to go around.. Eccentric all- whatâs to question? Warring psychotics, shooting holes in one another- persistently right, persistently wrong. Not so unusual, commonly horrific. ...
15Underground Poetry: He Built a Simple House.
Near Key West HE BUILT A SIMPLE HOUSE... â Traveled Far, the Vagabond: disenchanted, solitary- forlorn... In need of, gives compliance, to quiescent bones, In search of, particular Crusoe nesting... breathing space. the...
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A Frightened Little Man who Liked Funny Little Gadgets. Underground Poetry.
A poem about a sick little man.... we all know them....
4Demigods and Selling Out. Underground Poetry.
I Agree: Yes my friend; the majority wish for their mythical heroes to hold qualities of goodness surpassing their own- a weakness- an illusion... an invention of the impossible. with time, even the most flawed of demigods ...
2Night Raids and Sleeping with Two Men.Underground Poetry.
three... a childâs outlook, cherubâs face; a naïve womanâs desire. you were ripe, for calamity. covert, your night raids, mystery- held secreted. you doubled up- downed by fate. you couldnât decide- ...
2underground poetry: white teeth
artificial Keep your artificial smile- and brilliantly white teeth. Murkiness keeps your blooms from exploding into color. Some say brilliance is never realized⦠until it is dead- can you see me now? Your life is...
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Underground Poetry: Grey Matter Rages
Grey Matter Damns- his middle age, mortality, questionable, everlasting... Occasionally grounded, balance precarious. Easily slides into, remote centuries, back- behind iron bars. Held fast- by Inquisition. Grey matter...
30The Evil Author. Underground Poetry
The Wait: A literary fetus conceived, in the ripe womb, of the stressed planet; over its- calamitous species; Man. Gone full term- labor ended, his treatise raw. .. Cynicism, revelation? Hungry words, unpleasant...
20Travis and Dog. Creek Indian Blood and Archaeology. Chapter one.
âPut her right!" At times it seems I can't bear another dammed second, of the knob headâs fluff and hot air. Other times, I wonder how hushed, perhaps even lonely my life would become if he werenât in it. Curly and me are kin and blood round...
14Underground Poetry: Boys and Old Freight Trains.
Memory flashes, a momentary glimpse- of autumn change. Sugar maples turning; the color of bleeding, breathing their last preparing for onslaught the coming freeze. Packed, settled stone- clogs the area between evenly spaced,...
22Sunsets of the Dying. Underground Poetry:
The Draw ÎΣΠOnce a habitat of enormous ice, five miles thick- deck to keel. Created by way of this, ancient glacial magnificence, this sprawl of beauty; Narragansett Bay... There on this point of rock occurs daily, ...
11Underground Poetry: Island Crab Kingdoms, Sunsets of Life.
Jamestown RI crab kingdoms celebrating a primeval scene- a ritualistic blessing. The fire ball is slowly swallowed by the silhouette of shadow lands. The island of Conanicut’s steadfast...
13Underground Poetry. The Little Girl Plays Peackeeper.
Brooke, had been sitting quiet on the sidewalk appearing intense and poking something with a blade of grass. She seemed perplexed. and maneuvered the strand of straw with determination and bottom lip biting. Her questioning...
16The Heathen Wall. Underground Poetry.
Called "Heathens Wall" The last surviving Roman gate, from this ancient period in Wiesbaden- a once walled city... erected for its hot springs and Roman love for baths and spas. "Fliegen Sie von meinem Huhn- du dreckige Biene!" Capitol parliament...
24Underground Poetry. Below Ground Lies the Man.
The bond between humans and their dogs at times transcends the grave. The bond created in life is strong- stronger many instances than either canine or human have with their own species. This cross species collaboration is truly amazing. Something...
14Underground Poetry: The Spider Wore Silk. or, Scream of The Butterfly.
* * * Flickering snare- shimmering dew, the impartial web- embraces its Machiavellian maker- in silky strings- a lovers mesh- a death grip. Silk shows no fancy. * Widow maker is screaming- screaming obscenity and fear. ...
14Frogs in the Brook. Underground Poetry.
skunk cabbage ...The brook held mystifying secrets- to four year olds. Green frogs- ferns- spongy green moss and skunk cabbage. Old oaks, maple and ironwood trees flanked the old brookâs course sent their strangle roots along...
16Underground Poetry, Supernatural Phantoms.
And a Mexican trumpet kept playing that single dirge. The tune was high yellow- A funeral accompaniment- Brass and sweat at a seedy bar in Tijuana. On the bus to Providence It was there- At home in bed it engaged my head. A committee...
14The Innocence of Childhood. Underground Poetry
and dogs loving birds and it will return tomorrow.. march 17th 2011 big pine always be a moon to wish on 3-17-11 tand flowers in the spring ttrust the dog and frogs were green 57 years ago I trusted it was safe to breathe the air ...
17Underground Poetry: Ode to the Fat Mosquitoes of Key West.
Indigenous to our slice of Paradise, are exceptionally unique insects. One species in particular is the â Mosquitos pesados ââde la isla de pinos grandes. Or⦠âHeavy Mosquito of Big Pine Key.â These rather robust,...
14Bloody Gladiator. Underground Poetry:
Draw back a moment, in time, sublime, just relax. In a far off land, on Roman sands, the ancients sang, the crimson song, … of death and debauchery. The times may have changed, rearranged, years gone, remain the same- in twisted...
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The Ends are Always the Same- Jails Institutions or Death.
This is it sister, take a seat- enjoy the vista, the ride, your life opens wide, The day youâve prayed for, traveled so far away for, nearly died for- has come. Draw a line in the sand; make a bold stand, quick while you can, â the...
14Goodbye Woman Love Bled to Death. Dear Jane Letter.
i wanna see the sun blotted out fro the sky... Friday, January 28, 2011 In your email I read, what you said, love was dead- but I already knew. Itâs just your way, to have last say- but Iâm not buying. If itâs...
20Goodbye Woman. Underground Poetry
Sunday, January 16, 2011 Donât wake me girl, I slumber long, I dream for release, to escape one and all. I see it too clear; you stand still in your fear. I smile in the mourning. I dream about you, and think about me, in lively,...
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Doomsday. A Poem of Sorts.
Mindless ravings of the spellbound perhaps. Perhaps not! They shout from the podiums of superstition and fear, â2012 is Upon Us ~ All must Repent!" Repent God Dammit... or Else! What comes exactly; a Superstar? Is it...
10Underground Poetry: The Black Cat Prophecy
~ A Haunting ~ …That creature eyes me in the night, it slinks outside my window. A blinking green, then green once more, he sets my bones to tremble. Night after night, its yowling wail perverts my skin to whitest pale I know this...
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Daddy's Little Girl. Underground Poetry
...Some will recover, others aren't capable of it, and still others will die before getting that second, third, or fourth chance. Many point and sneer at "The forgotten ones!" She's Someone's Daughter Pale morning light, rejoice no more ...
10THE RAPE OF A CHILD. Underground Poetry:
Little ones who dread the night In the cringing, fearful mess of the child, the one that could have been... the children suffer - they hurt in silence - patiently, and humbly. certainly, they suffer daily, nightly ...they dream it. darkness is their...
7Madness in Florida. Underground Poetry:
marine eco systems - coral beach biology I wandered across white hot inter coastal sands toward a coral breakwater flanked by mangrove. there to see a great blue heron fishing for a meal- it was...
8Native American Indian Visions and The Hoop of Life. Underground Poetry.
Crazy Horse Monument- Black Hills Still unfinished. will rival Rushmore dead brothers do speak Sand creek massacre black hills- crazy horse monument A Holy Man Sees All that we were, will not to remain... the tired and sick of heart; ...
1If You Like Starlings... Sorry. Underground Poetry
starlings love to fight mating season again christmas bulbs roosting for a minute- then off they go! cork screw flocking flocking starlings- its amazing flocking behavior is awesome tough guy Starlings The riot of starlings in the...
0New York Mine Explosion. Family Poetry
one of those mountains was owned by the Williams family for slate mining "Scotch Hill Slate Quarry Explosion- October 17th,1867" Written by an unknown source for my blind, Great- great Grandfather, "Hugh John Williams," also known as...
11Underground Poetry. Suicide. No Second Chance.
This is an epitaph... An epitaph born of sadness and a need to understand. An epitaph to a friend whose cry for help went on years, but wasn't heard until it was too late... this epitaph is for all the others; his family of friends. For blood...
6Funerals Dead or Alive. Underground Poetry:
While in downtown Providence last week- I ran into John and Brandy. speaking gravely, John told me a friend of ours had died- and the funeral was the following day. Gary had been ill for some time. Brandy, nodded her agreement in a Xanex...
6Underground Poetry: Drunkfalling. Cold Beer on a Hot Day .
fell from a tree . twice in my life; last time with chainsaw and Natural Ice Beer. bad business, climbing trees cutting limbs- when you're buzzed on beer; murderous machine in command. don't recommend it... no I...
3Underground Poetry, Childhood Ghosts in the Attic.
A room at stairwells crest, an ominous hallway. unlit for the trace of bending light. leaden sun beams, escape the threshold- of an attic room. ...
4Underground Poetry: Summon the Gods of Ancients.
Mars- you magnificent god you immortal authority rain down upon men hatred for one another to sharpen steel that kills brutally, stealthily- the children of the ages mothers anguish for their bloodied sons fathers... their extinguished...
5Scum of the Earth. Underground Poetry
Dexter's sirens, screaming alarm boarded store fronts puked sidewalks the used rubbers tell a trade broken vodka bottles and colt 45 cans defile the ancient cobbles choke the gutters patrolling lawmen hunting safe inside new...
