Best Burrs Poems

Notice how the birds sing long after we listen.
We oft’ are engulfed with our trampoline thoughts.

With gossiping beaks, they chirp and they flap.
We mimic their...

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Rain is brewing; 
black clouds hang over the Cockpit Country.
Them rainclouds have a habit of shifting colors like a lizard.
The smell of the pending shower...

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In Memory of Jimmy Dale Still, Barrel horse rider, KIA,  Song Be, Viet Nam, 1/1/70

Old Bill,
swaybacked, sand burrs in his mane.
He stands no longer...

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I am a dandelion and my world is a big meadow.
I'm growing on a cliff-side, I like to live on the edge.
Just blooming away, soaking...

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Each summer my parents would take us to my grandfather’s ranch in Southern Texas to help with different jobs. It might be branding cattle, digging...

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HAPPINESS 101


squishing mud between my toes
icky fingers in my nose
frogs harrumphing in my pocket
worms and bugs and itchy things
lumps and bumps the scratching brings
bugs and...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error...

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A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.

Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the...

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I opened the top drawer of my mind
and carelessly took out some words.
I threw them about with little thought
of where or on whom they might...

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Metamorphosis 

Tracing footsteps in the overgrown field 
where sunlight and raindrops date
Counting sticker burrs like lemon drops 
in a candy counter display
Hitchhikers I remember them...

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angel face hovers the room
offering halos
ringing sweet yet silent,
the howling burrs of blue
a smile half hidden by rose tinted locks
swirling silent desires-
satin soul smock

her hand...

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Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room!
And clear the clutter out, so I may see!
And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee!
Life threatens to collapse...

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He drove up to the Triple "T" Ranch in his brand new Cadillac!
In his air-conditioned trailer wuz his Arabian steed an' the finest tack!
He'd dreamed...

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