Poems from Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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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. ............................................................................................................................................................... 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. ............................................................................................................................................................... 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/ ...............................................................................................................................................................
tell me tell me  not to break another pencil the frustration of writing  sometimes gets to me  another child is starving  and i am here in...
a city a city like this  loud and quiet at the same time i hear another police car go by the city is awake and asleep  another old person...
it's a saturday like past saturdays working working working working my hands until they hurt another hundred hour week and still i choose...
words words words they can be made into anything they can tell a story telling a story now in this chair my back is hurting another muscle...
listen to my words  and know that what i say is true no lie no lie no lie shall utter from my lips this is a story as true as true can be i...

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