Best Gruffly Poems

Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.

Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them...

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The enchanted forest- what a sight! 
With glorious rays of the dim sun,
 Shining through the peaks of the wise old trees.
With massive faces carved...

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     We sat at the end of the bar in a seedy place on Seventh street.  Nursing our drinks, we...

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The black wall reflected my white-washed skin 
and disheveled jacket, above the chattering din...
Loosly lopsided glasses hang limply on my face,
Cold, dark, black, they somehow...

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“Forever”



When The Terrors came,
The Uncontrollable Ones,
she closed her eyes
and listened for the notes
her mother had planted
amongst the deep blues,
beds of Forget-Me-Nots,
she followed the 
labyrinthine trail...

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A short Note for You  
This is a little missive written in some haste as we have 
to go back to hospital for more...

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Delicate, fragile 
secreted away beneath your beautiful bract
always hiding from the world
you live in a dream shared only by you
alone, lonely
but better alone then afraid
better...

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Such a devious plan we concocted one day. 
Kind of mischievous in an ornery way. 
The goal was to throw an innocent curve, 
knock people...

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There once was a poet who screeched like a monkey
Belligerent cuss and stubborn as a donkey
Was quite disputatious
Boringly vexatious
In fact, I'd be inclined to label...

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He told me without so much as a flutter of the eye that he was on the river by all accounts alone.Picking and eating the...

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I became Debra Joan at the age of six
Formerly known as Debbi Jo
Up until then that's what I'd know
Something my new parents thought they'd fix

Adopted...

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I.
Luther Deits was a good friend of whiskey,
not fond of cutting herds or pushing plows,
a young buck full of juice, barely twenty,
he lived only for...

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An Ogre is mean, an Ogre is ugly
An Ogre is smelly, grumpy and gruffly.
They are so big they can block out the sun
If you ever...

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Spartan

Some men are born to play, 
and some… are not.
To them life is without common joy,
at least the kind others partake. 
But it is instead...

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We have Cousins Camp in Kansas City in the summer.
Any grandchildren who cannot come, says, “That’s a bummer!”

One year I let four of the bigs...

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