Best Burgs Poems

The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
            Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name Narwhal means one tooth and one horn,
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I stood alone on the ship's deck all afternoon
just to watch the sun sinking low on the sea,
the Atlantic ocean is so calm this evening
but, that old feeling of dread still bothers me.

I slowly exhale to calm myself once again
and my breath comes out in...

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What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By sheer brawn's heaving and hoe, did these fortune hunters so come,
Blinded fools of riches promised folly, nay to earn a...

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N atural beauty that dazzles the eyes
E nveloped by the Alantic ocean it lies
W inters are long with lots of storms
F og so thick it defies the norms
O ffbeat people who like to have fun 
U nusal named towns, ***** is one
N ewfinese slang, a...

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‘‘ ...GO TO THE ANTS AND BE WISE.’’

Man's world,his words,man's Imagination:
Man's braggdocio is laughable,
He proclaims himself the wisest
But when we look at him,his ego;
We conclude: self praise is crap .


What is news to man
That has not aged with us?
What is his astonishing wonder
That is not...

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Summer market is crowded,
I shall not be found missing.
Nothing like withered leaves
Or disappearing winter birds
But angels in swimming trunks
Pressing men to praise the posh.

In the shinning summer sun,
I shall ignite my motorised Ferrari bike, 
Take a cruising ride to the countryside;
Visiting the burgs , the...

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I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!

The towns of Crazies Hill...

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Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground up junk

My teeth are all gone, can't...

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I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
          rivers.
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April 6 Wagontire, Oregon 
1973

In 1973, I went on a road trip 
With my father

We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
Where my father had a summer cabin

He was a college professor
And had July and August off 

And we spent the summers
Every summer from 1968 to...

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Taxied to the terminal. The fare paid,
vagrants begged for alms, some too drunk to care.
Shrunken faces, weather beaten, they played
a sad tune of which I was unaware.
Some had the means, even possessed the fare
to transport them to towns with better care.

I passed the huddled poor,...

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Little Peep Boo
gonna give a ghost face
sneak peek preview
And the Casper Whine burgs
ain’t gon like
the skeleton keyhole truth

We be thee former chain gang,
(y’all know us)
the Menace to Society butt pang

Yeah, klan bruh ... we got the lynch spirit
hanging broken limb tough
Steal it seems,
the Cottonmouth Man...

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Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground junk

My teeth are all gone, can't chew...

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Why my heart joyous today, I don't know,
And leaps like millions of horses in one;
As the warm noon sun melts away the snow,
Glooms in me gone away; fears I have none,
Triumph brim-fills as though wars many won...
Strengths within like waters of seas amassed,
Wherefrom iniquities, like...

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REMIX OF MY TOBÀCCO

In the time of leech to the time of leash, came I from the sojourn of papyrus writing the pain on the wall of my heart with a golden exudate from my galls that embittered all. 

So gross with all I found...

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