Best Jackrabbit Poems

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to...

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Enroling  you a worm (cumbersome and)
hairy, you- scimitar of leaves
Knows the pain ,writhing pupae
Abandoned and convicted
Constricted hanging straightjacket
Squirming like a jackrabbit
Gagged nocturnally - ...

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Beware the morning tiger
Before his first coffee
     Look out for the afternoon lizard:
     Ectotherm on the sidewalk...

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albino ~VIEW~
Persian tailed jackrabbit
ebony awaits 

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January breeze
snowbird, whistles on tree top
where did x-mass go?

by;p.d....

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Why, do we call it
Something it’s not
If we’re going to name things
Let’s give it, some thought

If it’s called a chilli
Then why is it so hot
And...

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September is aging with a cool beauty
and the Missouri seems to be hurrying the expedition
into a world of natural splendor that is impatient to strip...

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As I look out upon the desert floor, its beauty I espy.
A lizard awaits the sun to land for its’ sunning to apply.
A mother quail...

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Where the sky meets the earth and the highway goes on and on, a white satin ribbon snaking across a sea of brown. You can...

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Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s...

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tookie winfeild was a friend of mine
from way on back down the way
back in my river days
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old...

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. . .
I don’t feel like doing anything. . .
And yet here I am, writing again. . .
Punctured thoughts gushing redness of frustration and disgust,
Black...

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seashake jake


headlights blinding 
screeching yellow eyed owls 

ran me over 
I washed up with anchors cut in 
whiskey drenched promises 
holy swans humming hymns of...

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At six o’clock the road turned bare
as we rode through Tennessee.
From Nashville to Memphis is a long,
dark stretch of gray and brown trees
and fields where...

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a twig snap
from the cliff -
bobcat

treetops glint
in sunlight -
jackrabbit leaps

footpath
between the trees -
hoot owl

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Remember to look over your shoulder
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