Best Bushels Poems

...Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,

hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,

up in that old basswood tree out back

Splish splash splish 

 sounds of the sprinkler 

wate......

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...Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread

BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries it is too late,
Strol......

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...My beloved, I behold an angel when I look upon you, 
you are the living star in my every thought and dream. 
On the ethereal breeze I come my beloved, 
in my arms once more I look upon......

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...Chorus gowned wheat heads 
Ascending their August hymn
Final requiem......

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...There you are 
Not lost at all
Under all the bushels
Sputtered mouthfuls
Negative thought fire
Beating vehement pour
Readiness tread stand
Bright walk cloud tide
Looking up 
Survive......

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...	Russell Sivey
Contest Name	Good Luck Meal 

Aussie Drover’s  tucker

Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper,   (cam......

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...Summer is over and the farmer now rests from his toil,
Having labored hard to wrest his crops from the fruitful soil.
Fall has arrived and all the crops have been gathered in.
The corn, wheat and ......

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In the crevices of a tired town,
roaches scuttle under moonlit sighs,
their dinky bodies torn by shadows 
that shroud the crumbling edges of life.

A cat lounges, indifferent,
i......

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...Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread

BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries, it is too late,
Stro......

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...Hollow Thrones

Death and destruction reigning in filth over dry bones
  kings ruling over weaker souls with little hope,
drowned deep, cast overboard loaded with misery stones
 unmercifully hung wit......

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...Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet leaf darkness
we......

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...Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutche......

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...Norman Bates Tells His Story

By Elton Camp

Nobody seems to care about the fix I’m in,
So it’s time the true story of my life to spin.
I’ve had no father ever since I was a little child.
Rear......

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...My dearest one -
you oft traversed my well tended garden.
A panacea I personally created
to massage your ailing id.
A garden similar to the wondrous patchworks
found in Eden.

A recreational p......

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...there once stood a man who in dungarees trained,
all his horses to run with his denim shirt stained.

There were fresh jars of liquor and bushels of wheat.
There was a cowbell that clanged:" Time......

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