Animal America Poems

Easter Bunny Warning 

the Easter Bunny
had a warning
he was tired 
of being played the fool

tired of being associated
with low-life
fake Christians
proclaiming that Donald Trump

is the next...

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A Brisling (King Oscar sardines)

I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for supper
Headless and nicely packed, except for one
that had a head and...

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly...

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Here I am standing on the milky way hoping that someone would come my way, I have been here for a thousand years with millions...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner wannabe carrot top...

spry buck analogous to energizing bunny 
jump/kickstarted procreation ruckus.

Home on the range 
cacophony quite absurd
PlayBoy Bunny herd
and felt ingratiatingly...

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There is a rhythm that is moving around the globe, and you have to catch on to it before you grow old, it is moving...

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Bittersweet pyrrhic victory...

if a 2024 November presidential Biden win
pandemonium likely to occur, 
subsequently figurative tectonic upheaval  
might set United States in a tailspin.

Though discouraged,...

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Soul's laugh soul's cry
Soul's live soul's die
But what of the soul's of trees
Sipping soil in which we bleed

Nature uses our body to feed
Colorful tears shed...

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In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, 
as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face,
where memories of childhood days belong,
a...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem...

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Tega Cay deers stray
Green grass on golf course won’t last
Sharp shooters silencer blast...

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See that slender tree standing there
 shooting upward in the air
 with vine pointed towards the sun
 and leaves falling abundantly to the ground,
 the...

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Twenty first century civilization gone?... I askew.

Ah... what luxury to wax poetic 
as freedom to trumpet thoughts, 
ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane,
especially if president...

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You walk a hundred miles on the old country road in the sweltering heat, looking for that one thing that will make you complete and...

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	GREEN DAY – revisited
     Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated,...

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