Best Man Sized Poems

They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be...

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On the Isle of Man adrift in a rugged sea
the Children of Pride fell with Lucifer, they say,
fallen angels all, called Fairy, or Adhene….
fair of form yet stark are these sorrowful beauties.

The man-sized Adhene rule the other fairy
and often times wee small sprites dance upon...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXII

IF you pull a long lonely face
Standing all alone near or on a busy airport flyway
Sans kith ni kin nor traffic police or friends en surplus
Hell you'll be mowed down by plane's landing gear out-lay

Now if you...

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I guess he lost his way when
he left the beaten path,
I guess he was confused when
instinct and logic crashed.

I guess he killed his brain cells
with alcohol and hash,
I guess that his insanity
held him firmly in its grasp.

Asleep, I guess his paranoia
seemed to grow and bloom,
I...

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My friends call me gay,
not ha ha funny
My enemies call me *****,
they say I dress
like an androdyous honey
My mama with tough love,
tells me:
I’m living a sinful lifestyle
My daddy growls and disavows:
says I’m his biological son,
but not his spiritual child
Nothing is ha ha funny
about this situation...

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Continued from
‘CATONITA STRIKES - PART ONE’
A Freezer Mice adventure


When no-one was around they did the finger-clicking thing
And grew to human size in time for what the day might bring
Their guns were charged and ready and with sliders set to ‘KILL’
But Cody had a plan that...

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Those primeval skies, no man ever knew
Ignited, as one massive boulder burst through
Hollow inside, creatures not unlike mice
Strapped themselves in as they plunged into ice
Instantly boiled then instantly frozen
None were to question the planet they'd chosen
An epoch asleep in an Antarctic crater
They wake in the...

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Don't Get Caught in the Woods After Dark
By: Tom Wright
1/9/99

While walking in the woods one moon less night.
I stopped, but for a moments time,
to collect my thoughts, regain my bearings,
and purge my mind of fright.

Then suddenly an owl in a not too distant tree.
Gave forth...

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Those primeval skies, no man ever knew
Ignited, as one massive boulder burst through
Hollow inside, creatures not unlike mice
Strapped themselves in as they plunged into ice
Instantly boiled then instantly frozen
None were to question the planet they'd chosen
An epoch asleep in an Antarctic crater
They wake in the...

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Used like a man sized tissue
To soak up their emotions
And cast aside in the waste bin of their life
the destiny of man 
when in the hands of heartless woman
useful when in need
but easily disposable 
like a human carrier bag
for all your unwanted problems
but easily replaced
you...

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I am a woman
with a pen
Sounds lame
but listen again.

I am a woman
with a pen.

Stories and schemes
Weaver of fairy tales
or broken dreams.
Little girls at wishing wells
pretty pink dresses with piggy tales.
Adventure to sew.
Hearts to win.

I am a woman
with a pen.

Strong boys, stiff upper lips
muddy shoes, frogs...

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[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 1 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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Three man sized ‘mice’ and Stanley Dann stood gawping at the screens
Churchill muttered, “I don’t want to tell you what this means.”
Crocket shook his head and said, “I can’t believe they’re here,
And Cody said, “We...

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It seemed to happen in a flash.
Our movements were rash.
Behind the breakfast bar
With scraps of potato hash.
Our webbed little feet
Stuck in a muddy mash.
Scores of us slip-slapping up the alley
Unabashed, with feathers
Mucked and thrashed
Finally on the road and--boom! Crash!
Linda was blindsided, 
Some trucker with a...

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God's, Handiwork
By: Tom Wright
Feb. 10, 1998

Beyond my wood lot filled,
with snow so deep it chilled.
I watched young mink at play,
Paying me no heed this day.
Fulfilling their place in life,
oblivious of man made strife.

Their not mine I can plainly see,
But on loan from, God, to me.
With...

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