Poems from Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Most prolific poet of the 21st century. Grant-Grey Guda has written and published over 200 books of poetic verse and has created the longest poem in human history. He is also the founder of the poetry movement Nowmomentism, a poetic form focused on momentary thoughts and the now. He has also created the poetic form Revealism. He currently writes his poetry in the Appalachia region of southeast Ohio. As well as poetry he also is an avid artist ............................................................................................................................................................... If you would like to mail him P.O. Box 8 Nelsonville, OH 45764 ............................................................................................................................................................... If you want to discuss poetry, society and culture or anything else, basic income, science, politics, freedom, justice, liberty ............................................................................................................................................................... email me at. guda.poetry@gmail.com ............................................................................................................................................................... Founder of the poetic movement Nowmomentism, a poetry form in the moment, momentary thoughts, no edits no changes, just what is in the mind at that one second. ............................................................................................................................................................... Come check out my facebook poetry page ............................................................................................................................................................... https://www.facebook.com/Poetry-By-Grant-Grey-Guda-399397276060/ ...............................................................................................................................................................
if you can call god by the stars  can you call hell by its flames  a little glaring flame  vulture does hate 
try to eat another lie  another fated tip of hate  a late lateness you could feel  never never fated in the gated gate 
you're breaking my heart my soul is failing i am not the sailing fair shades of shaking  a little song too silly 
if only a poet could call themselves  something other than worthless  a worthless piece of trash  discard the bag of hate  no money in...
i've lost most of my love my darling darling love she has become a shadow  and i dream of a tear falling upon a lonely grave my grave  our...

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