Best Cocking Poems

Oh if I were a true poet
one that could write a good rhyme
I would compose a few ones
and earn myself a dime.
 
Why, I'd write...

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A bird is a wonder
    flying in the air
    hopping on the ground
    or warbling a...

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In the night movement there’s a wary crow
Straight up into the blue moon it flies high
Cocking its flight to avoid its cold rays
Each night in...

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Far as my eyes can see, 'till lake touches sky,
Earth beats as one; Poplar, Jack Pine & Birch all
Sing with the White Throated Sparrow, our...

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I am a clown: silly, simple clown. 
People do laugh at me: I often wonder why. 
They call me 'fool' when I am being honest,...

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Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The...

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misbehaving on the floor

I tease you 
but you beg for something more

rugged muscles
spinning you around on all fours

sexy voluptuous thick contours
hard convictions easing into her...

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Intruding the evening and throbbing like pain
there's a gathering contusion of purple and blue 
that fills the horizon, and rattles the plains 

With a change...

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Stuck at the bottom with no view of the top 
My people are killing each other while other races come together 
Loyalty lighter than the...

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Burning Bullet

         As a aromatic substance,
 burning like a coolwater incense.
     Keeping them...

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Behind, left in dust, of the old gravel road
is a faint trace of Marlboro and a soft summer wind

Skies burn orange and amber, and a...

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The sea is calm and collected
A sparkling blanket of blue
But on the horizon looms a tempest
And the veil becomes choppy

Lightning strikes in the distance
Causing the...

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He moves quickly through the underbrush
I follow close behind, pushing
Briars cautiously with a hand prepared 
To let go hastily and a throat
Holding onto a shudder...

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A CHRISTMAS ARRAIGNMENT

Late one December evening
A sound woke me from my bed,
I grabbed a baseball bat for safety
And crept downstairs full of dread.

I must admit...

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We lay watch dogs down into
The center of society
Anticipating explosions in the horizon
Refusing to acknowledge the bomb
Clutched firmly in our sweaty hands
We 
We
We
Are so busy...

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