Best Cray Poems

In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

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Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You...

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My curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad...

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Where twilight kisses the breeze
carpets of lavender blue
sweet scent of the honeydew
village of cray grew.

 Meadows fan the fragrant breeze
dry stones walls in lanes appease
purple...

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I want sombody that can see what im doing here.
From every word that goes to your eye then your ear.
What does he mean some sometimes...

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Hey, Cray-cray Bobby May, don't hide away; come out and play!


Jan. 8. 2021 for Bobby MAY'S Tease A Friend Poetry Contest...

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Eh, Bebe ... 
clueless you with the wide eyes open, 
which can’t see

So apoplectic of heart,
paralyzed by the cobra sway
of changeling channel charmer words

Gen Z...

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   "A Christmas Wish for Santa"



O Santa! it's been very hard to be good all year
and Christmas Eve is nearing for presents 'neath...

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Dear Lil sister. .
Hey pretty girl how you doing these days.  How's life treating ya,  hope it 
hasn't been to cray. I noticed...

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Hate the feelings of ew's and ugh's...let's pause before we put our paws on this unmanageable cause with silent applause (quiet interest or hushed enthusiasm)
What's...

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Its been over 27 years coming
 this missive or letter,
 maybe poem ? 

I HATE Mother’s day !!
 with a passion ... I've said it...

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You say I’m crazy
I would say otherwise
Change is a challenging chore, 
But honey, I ain’t a bore

Put a sock in it…
Stop throwing your childish fit
Pressured...

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A GUMMY FISHERMAN
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The sheltered bay disguised what was to come
Around the headland we hit it head on
Four to five meter waves and breaking...

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Must our eyes even when we blind see
I closed my eyes but   Zipporah D ‘Ead was aborting the Evil
Zipporah says Kevin Daddy closed...

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When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature...

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