Best Mow Down Poems

I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache….
 (Touched)
 By your sweat….
Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart….
Atomize…. any memory or dream….
Exterminated…. the...

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Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

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Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This...

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Cowards, not terrorists, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children both near and far
Cowards, not terrorists, Call them what they are

How much...

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dear old dad
he's such a good supporting lad

puts up with moms old fashion plaids
for he knows this what makes her glad

he puts up with the...

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My toenails are atrocious
Ugly enough to be put into a record book
Even I gag when I look over my stomach
They stick out of my sandals...

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Looking back on Earth from 300 miles out,
makes me wonder what's it all about?

How can we assume that we are special?
How can we believe in...

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Vivian, my eighty-years-seasoned neighbor, called Vi, is a mystery only to those who did not return her first cheerful “hi”.
She is an open-book person, ready...

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The hammer rises
The sickle moves to mow down…
Ukraine Europe’s shield
The USSR reborn
Never did disintegrate.

© Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints

The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of...

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Blood spilling in the east running all the way to the west
Forming rivers of doubt in the north and South
An army of men converge along...

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I saw there was a mow-down in Las Vegas
of country western loves.
And also heard our President
was about to share his view.
But before he had his...

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Forgive me father. For I know not of what I’ve done. The chalice from a goat’s horn forged in fire, does not adhere to the...

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If this was any other country, it would make no sense
to discuss with children
what might happen if a gunman enters their classroom

But this is America
Home...

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A deep pink color tinged with orange like that of a flamingo 
walking with our feet in shallow water 
As I gazed upon the sunlight,...

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COWARDS, NOT HEROESv

Cowards, not heroes, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children, people both near and far
Cowards not heroes, not terrorists, Call...

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