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Return To America

Lit by the distant sun 
in a backyard beer-garden 
overlooking the meadow
my swimming brain spins out
through adventures of the past
forgotten journeys 
by coach, by plane
through unfamiliar landscapes
to the desert 
in California

We rode the Greyhound 
between the sun-drenched cities
your head lay on my lap
and when we could tear 
our eyes from one-another
we'd watch the world pa...

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Round and round

Galileo once said the earth was round.
Round and round we go.

Why do we cling to broken things.
Round and round we go.

I had a dream it was truth.
Round and round we go.

One small step for man. One giant leap forward for mankind. Forwards and backwards.
Round and round we go.

The rise and fall of rome. High tides, low tides flow back to the sea
Round and round we go.

This god, that god, ...

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The Big Red, White and Blue Dick

Guns, knives and hand grenades,
Bombs and shells we'll blow them away,
Underground bunkers are no match for us,
United States of America "In God we trust",
Blood, guts and body parts,
Shoot to kill and aim for their hearts,
Chemical warfare is also a treat,
We'll gas them out and leave 'em in defeat,
Put your hands up and surrender now,
We'll shoot you in the face unless you put your gun ...

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Medical Care

Father rests fingers within his hair

 

Mother overcome with too much to bear

 

I sit in this thick puddle

My flesh bare

 

You are but a shadowed figure

Enjoying what's rare

 

We beg and mourn

For medical care

 

Do something

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There Are No Angels Here

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There Are No Angels Here

 

Scraping around the vipers nest,

flaming swords and thrusting spear,

black spiders scuttle to the feast

but there are no angels here.

 

The dragon crawls into their veins,

hallucinogenic ecstasy or fear.

The demon bares his fangs to bite

and still there are no angels here.

 

The first-born rounded up and caged,

harvesting the mother...

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Land of Opportunity.

What can I say I'm a little fucking jaded.
Must be stemming from the lies that you stated.

Yesterday's punks should've been today's politicians.
At least then to my generation they would listen.

You're killing our planet and bankrupting your people.
You leave us dying in a ditch and swear that we're equal.

Call me a millenial and I'll wear that shit with pride.
Please don't confuse me with ...

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Statues Fall

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Before you read the poem... a few more to open in New Tabs!!!

On Boycotting the Sean Mac Eoin Statue Unveiling

My Ireland

Chicago May - the Mary Ann Duignan Story...

 

Now... enjoy the poem!

Smashing the Nazi Eagle statue in Mauthausen Concentration Camp in Austria

Freedoms cries brought the statues down
The Reich lay in ruins as a new regime
Promised freedom of a versio...

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Where We Live Today

With so much hurt and hatred prevalent in society,
It seems like crimes such as murder, rape, and kidnapping might be
Everyday cliches surrounding us entirely.
I feel as if no other news is ever happening,
Everywhere I look, murder has become fashion internationally.
Especially in America, 'Land of the free, Home of the brave.'
Technically, just tellin ya, it's the land of the creeps, home o...

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The Parchment, The Bullet & The Word

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The Parchment, The Bullet And The Word

 

It was old,

old and failing,

and it was loaded

and when I pointed it at him

he shrank back

afraid.

 

I said

“Do what I want

you to do,

because if you don’t

I will use this.

I’m not afraid

To use this”.

 

He sank to his knees

and prayed

for forgiveness,

prayed to all his little Gods

that I was bl...

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Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...

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Mt. Washington Warzone

7 beers deep, sweating that good july sweat on a friends porch.

 

Redwood planks kissing the leather souls of my second hand kicks.

 

4 hours of fire works, illegall yet accepted pyro launched into the space between Mt washington and echo park.

 

We cooked these bombs up to show thanks and respect for those who gave their lives in order to make a home, a new country.

 

Fun ...

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In Infamy

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Yesterday, a day which now, will live amongst us for all time,
For history has changed its path
And we must fall in line.
For we at peace, with guarded arms, we chose to watch this from afar,
But we, deliberately attacked,
Must no more stand apart.

An Emperor, through wicked lies, convinced us of continued peace,
But sickening deceit was this,
As they slipped underneath.
For yesterday our countrymen were ...

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Kennedy

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Around the shadowed corner, wicked lies,
Through telescopic lens and focussed eyes.
The autumn trees encapsulate the path
And crunch beneath the wheels they idolise.

The building crowds descend before the knoll
To catch a glimpse of this passing idol.
He, showered from all sides with the applause
And peppered from above by seasons fall.

Idyllic is this scene to which he greets,
As smiling f...

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September Sisters

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Twin sisters, both alike in majesty,
In New Manhattan, where we set this scene,
From arid lands flocks an old enemy,
To scorch the earth of this, a western dream.

From fateful skies the fatal flights descend,
But none the wiser to their pending fate,
The man and child, to happy affairs tend,
Their future sealed beneath a veil of hate.

Through vacant city clouds, their path annulled,
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Messerschmitt Death Machine

Messerschmitt Death Machine

Yankee terror bombers fly overhead to bomb our cities and our military targets.

Stop them! Quick, into our Messerschmitt 109G’s.                                                                          

Take off; rise up to do battle with the infidels armed with their fifty calibre super heavy machine guns.                                                 ...

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You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9

A silence fell upon the city,

contorted shadows twisting moonlight.

Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced

bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers

in an unforgiving wind.

 

The wretched odour of deprivation

a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.

Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap

and by night the vampires feast on thei...

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Thirteen Shouting Americans

Kennedy shouted “We do things not because they are easy but because they are hard”

Then they shot him

Martin Luther King shouted “I have a Dream”

Then they shot him

Bob Dylan shouted poems of Love and War

He politicised a whole generation

Timothy Leary   shouted “Tune in Turn on and Drop out”

California relaxed

Billy Graham shouted “Come on Down”

Causing many...

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The Gun - a response to events in the US

 

I wrote this piece after the events at Newtown and crazy reaction from those deluded enough to think that more guns equals safer country. They have 300 million guns and one of the highest murder rates in the world. As a poet, as an American who is also british, as a father, I wrote this response.

 

HOW MANY MORE?

 

Where can I start, but the young ones, their hearts

Ar...

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FIGHTER PILOT

 

FIGHTER PILOT

 

My mum once told me that my dad was a fighter pilot

Flying over Vietnam and Laos

Dropping bombs and killing.

He got five Migs

Before the missiles got him.

 

Yeah, my dad flew a Thunderchief.

He flew two hundred missions

Over that hell of a country

Until the missiles blew him away.

 

I never saw my dad

But he died a he...

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Duties

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Summer is starting to set in. Goals are being formed. We have made many in the past and failed to accomplish them. Achievements don't go unnoticed. Though, as we grow older, wiser, more dedicated to ourselves and others' involvement in our craft, we see a need for commitment. If we are setting goals for ourselves with a half assed ambition to finish them, then that is all we are left with. Diss...

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DYING PRETTY

 

 

DYING PRETTY

 

Why now do I look at the Tupolev 160 White Swan and Rockwell B-1B bombers in a new light? Taken aback at how pretty both jet bombers are. Their World War3 mission is a dark job, end of days stuff. Not to be taken lightly, unless you're Dr Strangelove.

 

Less people die when the American B-1 goes to war. Her nuclear mission is taken over by the B-52 and...

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AMERICAN MIGS

 

AMERICAN MIGS

 

We lost Hugh. Flying such a beautiful little airplane in a blue desert sky, what a nice handling jet. Do what you want with her but no high speed turns too tight, might hit invisible wall in the sky. Dogfight every American jet fighter built none can beat the Mig17 Fresco. Turn on a dime, Russia did this almost right. Ultimate aggressor trainer, what better than to...

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ICE FLY

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ICE FLY

How many pilots died and old aircraft lost when they flew over jagged snowy peaks in the remotest corners of the world? Doing a dangerous job knowing the risks and trusting in fate and luck to bring the through. Some never made it, there planes impacting vertical mountain sides in sickening crashes. Bodies lost forever, frozen in the time of death. Icily cold and otherworldly ...

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Home

They say home is where the heart is

and my heart is where the art lives.

 

So where is my home?

 

Art lives within us all

and begins an internal/external exchange...

a process

like humanity to trees.

We stop, relax, breathe

as one.

 

So where is my home?

 

First Contact was my spiritual home

gave meat and marrow to

broken spir...

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FUCK UP FAIRY

FUCK UP FAIRY

 

What an amazing site I behold –

Confederate and Damnyankee armies locked in battle,

Pittsburgh burns and war visits everyone.

Ruined houses, burning tanks, screaming airplanes, bursting bombs.

A hand waves in death as a tank moves forward,

bloodily glued to the tracks. Cannons roar

and men in butternut defend each and every house in morbid violenc...

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