Best Hoards Poems

The King of Sanctimonious
Perched high upon his throne-ious
Clothed in purple pious-ness
Admired his own self-righteous-ness

The Queen of Sanctimonious
Tired of the King's baloney-ous
When he counts his hoards...

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Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword

They stood in ranks a thousand long
High upon the hill
The Roman legion, fierce and strong
With sword and lance...

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A gent from the South Scottish Isles
had terribly painful large piles
when he tried to sit down
he would grimace and frown
soft cushions he hoards in big...

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I still remember, when we first met 
The day your parents bought this farm
So small, you hardly could walk at all 
as your Father held...

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Dragons are fabled beasts of myth and lore,
and yet, some say they lived in the far past.
And they were noble creatures at their core;
or so...

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What is this sense of being?

That I am, I have been, I will be-- is it a blessing 
to ever feel time's razor edge, gathering...

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The pen

The pen that hoards ten thousand words,
 seeks only guiding hand
To spill it’s blood on virgin page,
 like entrails in the sand
For thus the...

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Born in 1947 
a delicate post war child
So shy was she
and nervous too
a flimsy fragile flower
who when her mother took her out
   ...

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In a place called Wester Ross
An area in the Highland Glens
Lie fields of atrocities past
That deter the bravest of men

It all happened so long ago
On...

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Notre Dame...Notre Dame...
your eight hundred years of wisdom’s gone;
eight hundred years of beauty strong;
architectural sage, Notre Dame.

Notre Dame your life has seen
so many broken centuries...

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Oh those muddled webs some weave

     When folks get more than we perceive

        ...

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My poor old body is sagging,
My arthritic feet are dragging
My skin is dry, and my mouth
What has not gone west
It has now gone south
My memory...

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Ossenburger, the business genius, 
when he graduated from college, 
he started a budget mortuary service.

Five dollars a corpse!
He was the Wal-Mart of death.
Burry ‘em, burn...

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Beltane’s Night
On the eve of Beltane
The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff
From tree to river the door calls, spirits of...

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black-water canals
where alligators patrol
and moccasins wait

where starved mosquitoes
invade in hoards at twilight
thirsty for fresh blood

at morning's first light   
dawn illuminates cypress
birds announce sunrise

perilous...

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