Best Fusses Poems

Winter’s newborn fusses in blustered billows;
Colicked thunder rumbles from tantrumed lightning.      
    Blossoms nursing heavenward – April showers.
                  Christened is...

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Galactic flashes pulse rainbow bold
bright neon waves flow into black holes.
Shooting stars ricochet through night skies
rings of Saturn cut loose and rise.

Drifting Sun sidesteps off center stage
Mercury blazes white hot, then fades.
Fat old Neptune looks bored and pouts
poor little Pluto wanders in and out.

Venus...

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I've moved yall far away from earth
Where there are no more hurricanes, hospitals
And there is no more hurt

I moved to a new place, a place called No More
That's off across the sea and far away from the shore
A place where there's no wondering, worries or...

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"RED"


Listen he said, “How many ways can you see Red?”

“Well”, she sighed, “Let’s start with Cherry Pie, 
oozing it’s juices all over your chin
and plump moist Red Raspberries staining your sheets, then again
what about Claret or a bold Sauvignon swallowed straight from the bottle
drops fall...

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Nona is love with a spoon in her hand,
To stir the pot or smack your hand.

She's free with her hugs, her stories, her food,
But if your bad she comes unglued.

She hustles and bustles all over the place.
She fusses and worries and gets in your face.

If...

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Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t  a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man; though always alone.
Well, except for the critters.
They were not remarkable, just - - -many
and they all adored old Jake.
He didn’t...

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...to Charlie Hebert, my father-in-law,
   with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sun burnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the course, 
ever since you and I were knee high. 

Golf is his passion,...

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Old mean widow lady of ninety-two

lives by herself with nothing else to do

Hunkers in her chair next to the window

stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo


She is labeled mentally unstable

Plays solitary on the end table

Fusses forever and telling tall tales

no telling if she’s...

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Truth be told
There's more right
in their wrongs
than you or I 
could conceive
They've stood by each other
when everyone else
would've fled. 
Truth be told,
they have a fight
in their love
that would leave 
others battered
and bruised
They're hysterically funny
arguing over good news
She started off asking
why he had to find
the leaky pipe 
"today of...

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...to Charlie Hebert, with respect and affection


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway 
he fusses and frets with his lie; 
he's been here for ever commanding the links 
ever since you and I were knee high. 

Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes...

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Wind-swept and sun burnt alone on the fairway 


he fusses and frets with his lie; 


he's been here for ever commanding the course, 


ever since you and I were knee high. 





Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes 


for the chance to play...

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July 14 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 1-6

Key Verse – Isaiah 6: 3 … Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.  

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REVEALING TO ME YOUR HOLINESS

Thank You for revealing to...

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The highlight of the year for the family is the County Fair!
Folks come from miles around and there's excitement in the air!
They come to ooh! and aah! at things displayed with pride,
And scream at the stomach-churning thrill of a carnival ride!

Ma entered an assortment of...

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...to my grandfather, Charlie Hebert,
   with respect and affection  RIP


Wind-swept and sunburnt alone 
on the course he fusses and frets 
with his lie; he's been here for ever 
commanding the links, ever since 
you and I were knee high. 

Golf is his...

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Fusses and fights
Long, sleepless nights
 Snuggled up together
I dim the lights 

Who’s better spelling
Tattle telling
Trying to buy
The story their selling

He’s right, she’s wrong
The shot was long
Not picking sides
Can we please move on

Blood curdling screams
Life or death, it seems
I arrive to giggles
 on the swing

They don’t...

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