Best Peg Poems

One more peg
to quench my thirst,
thirst of a desert
nearer to sea
so close to it
yet so far.

One more peg
to forget the pain,
pain of my heart
which I once
offered to you
but you refused.

One more peg
to end this poem,
a poem of love,
love that is lost,
lost in time
never to come.

Just...

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Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.

Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but...

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It lies with it's kin in the bag they live in, collectively known as a 'float',
not quite sure why that's so but there's one thing I know
and that's they've never been near a boat.
They hustle and clatter , skins not coated in batter, in different...

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I love it
When you touch me
And squeeze me really tight

You make me
Feel important
With all the warmth and light

I value 
Every moment
Even if they’re brief 

Getting noticed
And being chosen
Is such a huge relief

Don’t let
The skies rule you
And tell you what to do

Sitting idle 
In a heap
Can...

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i have a proud hen called miss peg
who hasn't given me one egg
she is failing to produce
i am starting to deduce
the best part of her is the leg

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“Aye, me maties, ‘tis a stormy sea dis day
Shiver me timbers, let’s make way for da bay”

But as Peg Leg Pete slowly turned ’is ship ‘round
A great beauty on da rocks was t' be found

“We’ll save ye, lassie,” 'e cried t' da girl
Once rescued, 'e...

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When Peg laughs like Liz
deep woman-hearted laugh
eating beef jerky on Mesa Verde

the good hearts and smarts of women
come back to me, not guessing
any better than they at the time what love

meant, leaving them behind in sandstone time
going to my own cement, sandstone
or good mountain grave

having...

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Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!

Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her...

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Forever the square peg
seeking entry into the round hole,
the smart kid pushing
when the sign says “Pull”.
wandering in the midst
of the hurried,
a dreamer adrift among
those who think themselves awake.
Viewing through the unfiltering eye
of betrayal, the betrayers,
spiritual “Madoffs”
pontificating Ponzi schemes,
promising fulfillment -
for themselves.
Square pegs do not “roll”
through...

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I insisted the jubilee amiability
to stir up with twilight-ed spirit
zeal of desires aroused 
as the silverly rays crowned me
to pour out the gilded spirit.
Earstwhile crimson years
With some bichrome days
My glazed tumbler seems to reflect
those moments
as the sound of slopping gilded spirit 
sloshed the bottom spattering...

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I'm a Lemon-Drop Vodka Martini 
You are refreshing healthy Green Tea
You are cautious, resistant, frisky
I am feisty, playful, risky

I am rough country, loud voices  
You are smooth jazz, soft noises
You are a sitting, talking sweet lyric
I am a standing, dancing free spirit

I blossom in...

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Jeremiah did not hesitate,
he drew one up into his sights.
His Kentucky fired in dawn’s glow
caught a redcoat, dead-to-rights.

The others charged, sabers drawn,
so Jerermiah fled into the near forest.
Hiding and quickly reloading his gun,
the British charged leaving him no rest.

The redcoat horses found themselves slowed
by the...

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I once knew a pirate named Meg
The poor girl had only one leg
So I carved a prosthetic  
But it looked so pathetic
That everyone now calls her Peg...

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Jeremiah Brown limped a lot 
ever since the age of five,
When a horse trampled his left shin,
The boy was given up to die.

But her pulled through amazingly,
Thought the leg had met the saw,
So he was fitted for a new peg leg,
At this insistence of his...

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...inspired by 'The Average' by W.H. Auden


From scant beginnings, and of lowly birth,
bound to tractor pull and harvester,
squinting in the sun and pouring rain,
imagination lost, his soul would fester.

Smothered by his parents' love, he saw
no future plan, his for the taking,
how could he repay their...

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