Best Free Range Poems

To hunt and fish is considered ruthless,
Deemed by some a blood sport of pure pleasure.
Arguments against are often toothless.
Necessity is not hard to measure.

Gathering has become nearly folklore.
Native plants found only in store bought oils.
Grocery mushrooms limited to four.
Diet of foods only that of tilled...

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Freed a dozen hens today
 For a week or so
 $2 (additional) the price of freedom
 On the supermarket shelves
 Even though I may pontentially
 Have stolen all their children...

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A farmer who was looking for change
Produced limericks that were free-range
He achieved great success
His limericks were best
And gluten-free -isn't that strange?...

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I often wonder slightly,
     as I close the fridge door nightly,
is there more to know about produce,
     so innocent next to juice?
Does the mayo fight the milk jug?
     Does the ketchup dance out...

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Free-range poets
feeding on loneliness
writing in their openness

Oh, sing me broken lullabies
take me to the open skies
write in blood, "Why am I dying?"
like I don't already know it
free lance poets
writing in free verses
only three words
breaking through the lines
Oh, do they have to rhyme,
break me all the...

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Free-Range Limericks Redux

My free-range limericks are light
They will not keep you up at night
You won't find tawdry
Anything naughty
In my universe, they're just right!




5/13/2023

Poetry form: Free-Range Limerick

This is my second limerick that refers to my work in progress, Free-Range Limericks, on wattpad.com.  To date, I...

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B    A    R    N
D    O    O    R
O    P    E    N
W    I    D...

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...she kept her heart on a chain
never let it run mad like it was born to do
she kept her head in a box
never let it see the light of day
she has keepsakes for a heart
and romance novels on shelves
little dragons decorate her hallway
with little knights...

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There is too much fear in the world these days,
Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways!
Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats,
Are you frightend of nothing?  Why are you scared of that?

Scared of oppression?  And the way they use aggression?
Are they...

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(to be read to the tune of Papa was a rolling stone)


Papa was a rolling egg
Wherever he laid a hen chicks were made
And when he flied-
The coop you know was left undone....

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In those days we bought gloves with grip pads
to go with our Nerf footballs
Because our hands were not yet large enough
to pantomime dads that stood too close to the TV
and ran from commercial breaks

We spent hours perfecting lean-tos
playing dodgeball in sweat-filled basements
discussing the perfect capture...

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Often my thoughts do range far and wide.
But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides.
When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply…
He says I’m free ranging again with my mind.
He laughs and tells me to please wake up…
But I’ve already been there, thank...

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Free Range


                   We all love the thought
                   no fences...

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Let them run free
these words
seeking escape
giddily chattering
scritch-scritch-scritching 
in the idle emptiness
of a clear space
struggling for recognition
in a close order inspection
wary of the controls
of punctuation’s interruptions

Free them
Lest some “rooster” crow
“tain’t right”
They should sit
these words
in clustered pens
unheard unread unspoken
but for one
who marks his passing
with a trail of...

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What is that blaring in our ears,
is it the brain cutting loose
and spinning around our heads?

Brain figures and un-figures
looking through holes in its circuits,
what computes is painted on blank walls,
what just blurts
is spoken with a deeply voiced wisdom.

Look, the sounds it makes are visible
from the...

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