Best Potbellied Poems

Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the crystal snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate His birth with carols, love and prayer!

Steeds were eased to hitching posts with a gentle "Whoa"!
Faithful and patient horses...

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Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate His Birth with carols, love and prayer.

Steeds were eased to the hitching posts with a gentle "Whoa!"
Faithful and patient horses...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine Queen. A putrid pink 
flamingo with a croquet ball stuck in its beak settles it’s derrière onto a fine caramel...

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The Union Pacific steamer billowed clouds of smoke as down the rails it raced!
Young soldiers aboard the crowded train contemplated the dire fates they faced.
Melancholy thoughts of hearth and home this Christmas Day were hard to bear.
The mournful wail of the engine's whistle added to...

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The rangy longhorns were rounded up and tended to.
Over the Colorado plains a fearsome blizzard blew!
'Twas Christmas Day!  The cowpokes paid no mind to the storm,
As they huddled 'round the potbellied stove all snug and warm!

While 'Cooky' stuffed the turkey for their Christmas fare,
Frivolity,...

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In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine, 
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
an’ survive her father so cruel,
her heart would stay strong , she’d...

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My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.

Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.

Busy pedestrians walk down 
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
a potbellied policeman...

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Outside, Lucifur the cat curls up under the heat lamp and sleeps 

until you can feel hot bones through fur and skin. She's a heat-

seeking missle, as much as Jennifer is forever flashing too hot. 

But on coldest nights wood is split, fire is lit...

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She removes her hands from her face
to reveal harlequin  tears
strolling down salt colored cheeks
that glare with a thin layer of blush.
Green eyes gloss over
and pour out in public.

Her boyfriend carries on.
He laughs and he plays,
while she sits next,
while her entirety bleeds
out in salt water...

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"Nice to see you again", said
Mosquito to the Blue-bottled Fly
"I see you are well-fed"
"Thank you", replied the latter. "I
Returned recently from a big meeting"
" What meeting? The CONFAB?"
"Yes. What a bout of feasting!
There was so much blood on the slab!"
Softly stroking his proboscis, Mosquito said:...

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Once there was a Sultan,
Known for his able body of vazirs.
Any problem, the vazirs were ready with solutions.
Now, there was the problem of malnutrition:
The whole sultanate seemed to suffer.
A vazir suggested doubling the quantity of pulav.
Citizens grew potbellied
And the Sultan was happy!

Yet malnutrition persisted.
The Sultan...

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And no, sir, don’t you point that thing at me
You’re talking to no fool, might I tell you
I’ve been taught better, learned better
So may you know that I won’t be taken as few.

Sometimes I’d like to think I’m flying
Through a time and space so far...

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Sticky melon juice
Drips down potbellied toddlers
Dirt and dust encrusts...

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WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going? You ask the politician.
The politician answers:
-To cheat and steal.
-Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest.
The priest answers:
-You haven't given me the meat yet
And you already want absolution?
-Where are you going? the boy or girl asks...

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Trusting almost got me killed,
Love hurts more than I can imagine,
And being real still got me hated.

The street has never been rosy,
The potbellied men got money for election malpractices
But can't feed the poor masses.

Today they supply us with guns,
Tomorrow they expect assassination,
Why should I kill...

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