Best Bivouacked Poems

Magic Beans Magic Beans
Sure Jack was swacked
On the tip of beanstalk
He was bivouacked

He met a giant's wife
Who gave him food and drink
When the giant came back home
He had to recoil and shrink

You know the story
And I am sorry to tell
He got the magic beans
By the...

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Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed 
   the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) 
and a bridge too far on north-west passage.
   From out of the Valley of Mizpah 
to the fires of perdition at the gates of Sodom
 ...

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Afternoon, late March, delivering promise
of downtime from errands, long lines at the post,
queues of cars at stoplights, what, if anything, is in
the pantry for supper.  A glass of wine is nice, will suffice
against the mind's continuous monolog, news of unrest
in distant lands, world hunger,...

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Hauteur brigand bound for gratuitous strand
Knows not he is country's chattel, enemy's contraband
As gallant marauders o'er ages spanned
His quest for glory fate will countermand
Gleeful lad starting out on quick, definitive errand
Becoming grizzled veteran in war that will opportunistically expand
Raw recruit ready to fight for: family,...

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Afternoon, late March, delivering promise 
of respite from errands, long lines at the post office, 
queues of cars at red lights, what, if anything, is in
the offing for supper.  A glass of wine is nice, will soften
the mind's noisy dissertation, news of unrest in...

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Beyond the Evening Sky
David J Walker 

Wide open
	The pupils of the universe
Captures the imagination of the
Evening sky 
Nothing between the bare brown dirt of the Earth
And the heavens above 
the portal named Eternity 
Encumbers gentle true spirits reaching for 
Stored truths yet untold 
One by...

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Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take. 

As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly....

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What happened to my sex drive?

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone).

Once pronounced libido of mine 
took kamikaze nose dive,
whereby about two thirds of mein kampf ago,
I yearned to...

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How do I remember
the breeze of yesteryear,
the scent of pine and maple,
the sighting of the deer.

I remember in the woods
the stars we gazed upon;
when we were cold, we made
a fire;
back when I was
your son.

Before things hurt,
never betrayed,
so innocent 
were we,
back when we camped
at dogwood
by the...

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