Best Fe Poems

Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
fried sausages
bacon and eggs
fried bread, toast,
mushrooms and
tomatoes.

Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum

Ismell the
Steak and kidney
pie, loads of potatoes
veggies galore and 
buckets full of gravy

Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
Aftermath of beans
on toast, covered in
melted cheese, where
do I start the more I 
eat...

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"Hyar she comes!  The weekly stagecoach is a-comin' to old Santa Fe!"
The driver cracked his whip and blowed his klaxon to herald the way!

The weekly arrival of the stagecoach was cause fer raucous celebration!
The town's ne'er-do-wells found another excuse fer excess inebriation!

The excited citizens...

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“Santa Fe”

Santa Fe, Santa Fe, 
Oh Santa Fe,
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Where mountain peaks 
Are bathed in gold.
Where artists and seekers
Come to unfold.

Where natives live in ages past
Stair step terra-cotta 
Rise on desert floors.
Where artists come to paint and play
Calling all to Santa Fe

Dream...

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“On The Atchison Topeka And The Santa Fe”
This song is rolling round in my brain today
Was it the Modernaires or Pied Pipers
Which group were the blighters
That made us sing along in a hap hap happy way...

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death in the classrooms
nine students and one teacher
Death blithe attitude

5/18/2018

https://abcnews.go.com/US/active-shooter-incident-santa-fe-high-school-texas/story?id=55258606

Drowning Dreams 
School-Shootings

heard sounds of children
singing under the golden
colorful rainbow 
snap sounds of bullets flying 
prayed that they all found cover

terrified to death 
approached the open window
there was no one there
shells shattering nightmares haunt
strangling tight around...

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In the middle of the river stood a bear all aquiver
In anticipation of his first meal of the Spring
Just a ways away was fisher man from Santa Fe
Who had sworn to bring his wife the very same thing

There was a salmon down the stream that...

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heartless and you can forgive
blind eyes and you can see
deaf and you can hear
mute and you can speak
a bully and you fear
no legs and you can walk
no hands and you can feel
christian upbringing and you don't beleive
educated and you can't read
skilled and you don't work
bold...

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Auto-da-fé
There's no mis-leadin any sane of mind
to think a witch is any other kind
than one who'll lead you to your fall
and never bat an eye at all
nor care about one argument you find;

there's no good witch, unless she's burnin' fast
and leavin to here-after; in the...

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It all came to an end last Sunday in Santa Fe.
The love of my life was violently taken away.
A mugger shot my wife even though she gave him her purse.
She was rushed to the hospital but things got even worse.
The doctors couldn't save her even...

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Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade,the pink and cerise porticos,
the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco -
a tiered sibilance rises were the throng, in...

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       When Joe was young he had tonsilitis 
        In grade school he developed bronchitis
            Later, elbow bursitis
   ...

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We met in the airport in Denver
Just a beer and a martini dry
She said she was leavin' some cowboy
And she had not a tear in her eye

Her story was old as the mountains
Loved a man that's the wanderin' kind
She ordered another martini
As she started to...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major



Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade, the pink and cerise porticoes,
the heavenly-frocked casements, the stucco -
a tiered sibilance...

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Always after the train leaves the depot do I arrive, at this stop!?

Realizing that I should have gotten on; the story of my life....

A constant and recurring theme these dreams ~

About a man who's existence is as a movie script within 

An episode of the...

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The rocky desert was searing red,
And the sky was lapis lazuli
When thundering hooves and swirling dust
Brought grimy, grim men fast riding by.
Their looks and their mien were vulturine
With dark eyes that were as hard as stone.
‘Twas easy to see it was risky 
To be riding...

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