Best Bankroll Poems

I didn't want to break your heart,
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.

A cowboy's life is lonely,
With saddle, bridle and his horse,
A bedroll just to keep from freezing
When he's wandering off his course.

Your...

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The weight of old age increases with time,
dragging spirits down a depressive hole.
And taking pills, prescribed to ease your pain,
the last years are anything but sublime.
You question if believing in a soul,
is vain.

You squirrel away cash you'll never spend
just in case hard times should show...

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Ka-thump-a-loon, my pet raccoon,
sings opera in the woods at noon;
I love so much to hear him croon.
At night he carols to the moon.

If you are lucky you might hear
the songs he sings most loud and clear;
he plans to make it his career
with performances both far...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on the other hand
there's a lot of other hand
upon hearing the chimes of midnight
I opened the door 
another surprise party 
that...

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You made a lot of money
selling lewd photos of nude
Then you parlayed your profits
into cyber surfing —  
triple X cinema ***** crude
Nasty video sex business you were so into
Your vested interest was
a skin flick portfolio bankroll ...
Dirty money bottom line
Letting curious customers
put their cyber...

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Twas the night before sunrise
and all through the warehouse,
not a creature was stirring
except Elmer, the field mouse.

It was 1962
And times were hard on mice.
Elmer had eaten this month
only twice.

Away to the bin
he scurried like a flash.
He squeezed under the door,
and irritated his little rash

He bobbed...

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Singing is Bi-polar.
Some songs sound like an aching molar
Packed with violence, hate and anger.
Other songs are sung to win him or her.
Soft sweet words that cause love to whir.
Passion packed with minds a blur,
Bi-polar songs make emotions stir.

Singing touches the soul.
Old love, new love, no...

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I'd find nirvana, if I could,
  on distant coast by lapping bay,
  far from all strain of daunting day.

Sustain no drama, as I should,
  an ataraxis of my mind
  that is a spot I'd wish to find.

If I ask you to...

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Debbie Reynolds won my heart when I was twelve.
The Unsinkable Molly Brown, her role.
Her spirited acting did into my imagination delve.
Her voice and expressions shone on a grassy knoll.

Raw enthusiasm and dreams bubbled from Molly’s soul.
Reynolds portrayed her well; the character is woven in my...

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Cold smiles,
cadaver touch
Whatever love you had for me,
now ain’t much
My tender heart still not yet tough
In-bed pleas to a deaf shoulder
get covered with stone silent rebuff
You flaunt your affairs openly,
with no regard for my feelings
You don’t tip up the stairs quietly,
or try to hide your...

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"I didn't want to break your heart.
I had no thought of that at all,
When I told you I'd be leaving
Right after roundup time this fall.
A cowboy's life is lonely,
A saddle, bridle and a horse,
Bedroll, just to keep from freezing,
When he wanders off his course.

If I...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot, Darren Wilson, William Burroughs, Dick Gregory, Phyllis Schlafly, 
just like...

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The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum 
family portraits on the baroque mansion, 
spiral stairway wall

The copper savings ... deposit daub 
straw crumbs,
that built the foundation of it all,
starts to totter...

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A curled-dry orange peel,
all that stands against gray 
dark lips of gaping hole, 
whose eye can steal your form, 
or lift your full bankroll.

A curled-dry orange peel,
hanging pith on the cliff-
edge ridge of my laptop,
now camera obscura
made of a lunchtime prop.

A curled-dry orange peel,
braver shield...

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He can only find oil by opening a can of sardines.
By hoping to make money, he employs some strange means.
He takes his metal detector, and wanders along the beach.
Is there some buried treasure well within his reach?
With almost any IPO, he buys big blocks of...

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