Barb Poems - Poems about Barb

I saw that Charlene was spitting the dummy And I knew it due to her tall poppy syndrome She has always been jealous of Barb Barb is wearing a chic, posh swimsuit coverup It looks like it walked down a designer’s runway Charlene said to me “what a budgie smuggler”, huh? I promptly left; I rarely spend time faffing around. Besides, Charlene...

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Stiletto stare, wicked, wild hair, barbwire takes me there Daggers, switchblades, and razorblades Wait did I not mention hand grenades My apologies in Spades Take me fast, love me hard, you are my ace when it comes to cards And I will - make you bleed That is a given, as I am of Demon Seed. Blood is the elixir, the potion,...

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There we sat, a sunny afternoon The barbie lit, not quite enough flame Her father fans it, wife tries to explain Happy families. Two language game I’ve nothing in common, forgotten their name. I let myself go, release my sarcastic mood We’re all inane smiles personified polite He’s waving at the barbie dust on the food My wife hangs on to her rage...

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Great Grandmother Barb By Franklin Price 02/16/2022 Family meant everything To you, when you were here. There came another yesterday You're a Great Grandmother, dear All is fine with mom and baby They are doing as they should I pray you're seeing them from heaven Both of them are doing good Wish you could be here with me That was never meant to be Through my own eyes...

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Barb wire fence ---I stand in front of a barb wire fence --- As they taunt as always, from the other side People who have returned with the dark clouds Thinking I will stupidly try to cross the fence You still haven’t learned, I suppose you never will Pathetic words spewed about, echo in fierce wind Blowing, just as you need...

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The Buzz of the Bette last Chip last Buck last Hope The Bill Rex me Blanche Owen by Dawn Skip to the Chase the Butch dude Pat me to the floor with little Grace he Hectors: “you Ken Di or go Robin for my Bud” I Bo and go with the Flo ready to Nick to the Max so he don’t Chuck me off the Cliff Lets...

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there is a hidden barb camouflaged in petal words I can feel the sting Eileen Manassian...

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The day i met her My mind was blown For in my heart In pumping growing She made me laugh And sometimes we cried When it all went wrong We always tried It's been many years More downs than ups She's no longer my kitten I'm no longer her pup The girl i met All those years ago Has disappeared No more after glow We are no longer The beautiful garb To me...

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Twisted and tormented You keep things in, you keep things out ...

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From within the frost-frozen, bare-boarded, shed within its loosely hung zee-braced door agape the spring light peeked. Warming the woodsheds King’s pine planks toasting the ten penny nails popping the planks to a toe-stubbing height. Door slamming dashes through the obstacle course of cord, tinder, rake and hoe; to the semi attached outhouse. Draws half down, butt bitten by March’s wind; the two holer waits,...

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That's why you have boot straps, she's heard the old vaqueros say But she'd throw away all her tomorrows for one single yesterday She wishes deep down for a better day somewhere down the road But for now the grief, loneliness & tears make a heavy load She's much too young to carry the burden she's been thrown But...

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