Best Baxter Poems

Baxter was born in a meadow 
under a rotting plank
with hundreds of brothers and sisters
in a home both darkly and dank.

His momma was a June Bug 
and he was a June Bug too,
schooled in all the sorts of things
that June Bugs love to do.

He grew...

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This is a Limerick about Baxter the Bunny,
an animal comic that Spike thinks is funny
I've seen him before
at the Comedy store,
I wonder if he makes good money...

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Words of Warner is the title of my second book, coming soon
Author, songwriter, musician, producer, philosopher, poet
Recognized as a poet of merit International Society of Poets
Nominated as poet of the year 2007 by The Society of Poets
Editors choice award, Howard Ely managing editor poetry.com 
Romance...

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 dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this misty morn

cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze

as the sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud

mercury is high but the air is...

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When I left he was in his lounging chair

TV way too loud

The glow of discontent on his face

Made me want to cry

 

The only peace now in his life

Never left his side

He sat there scratching Baxter

Life just passed him by

 

In his day he was...

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Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”

me trudging walking
gripping onward forward 
traipsing baxter street monday 
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds 
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts 
that sip spit with maraschino endives 
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys...

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That dog bares his teeth
but don’t you know, he’s nose to nose
with a very long kid
who grew up with him

I try to rub his fur
as he runs along, never looking back
meanwhile he
plays kissy-kiss with the linebacker

I grab him bold
a paw stumbles over each hand
his teeth...

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If Long-Practicing Baxter 
Were truly a Kung–Fu Master,
Wouldn’t his kicks be faster,
His praises sung by some raster,
His rivals split like a castor,
Restoration Prayers of a pastor?

If Baxter is Shaolin Master,
Why wear the hugest, ugliest plaster,
Around walk with an unsightly wound,
More troubles face from foes ruined;
A...

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