Best Snorts Poems

I am what I meet in
My mirror; a reflection
Of perception, an idea
That’s me. I am a bunch
Of parts, named like 
Constellations of stars
Real enough but...

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When the night wind changes course
sending breezes from the north,
when farmer's fields lie brown and fallow
and empty ropes swing from the gallows,
when children's faces are...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground,...

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(Why I'm Still Breathing)

When the cow was dry, she was compliant.
When she calved, she turned vicious
and no fence could hold her,
but she gave milk in...

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Ah, ‘Love’! a lover’s repeated mantra!
I see me mutter it, just now, very now.
Sigh I high, a busy, burning furnace,
scrolling lines with aching, grieving woes;
she,...

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"Nightstar"

As amber rays wane with their task done,
The melting of the rainbow, pleasing Mr. Sun,
Setting colours free across a canvas, blue,
To paint a new marvel,...

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I walk the roads of countryside
To get back home at night
I keep my feet on well worn path
The full moon is my light

I move along...

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It caught her when she didn’t expect, 
Attacking her in a tight whirl,
It came at her from out of the blue, 
To put her into...

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Santa snores
Chin bobbing
Teeth whistling

Elves laughing
At the sight
Rudolf snorts

Awakened
By the noise
In bad mood

Contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Charlieku 3-3-3 contest

Penned 16/12/2018...

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My darling Bertha, all people agree
Is the ugliest= mutt they ever did see
She squeaks and she snorts
She has whiskers and warts
But she's the most charming...

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You’ve got to have a certain knack
when opening your Silly Sack;
the beasts within will soon attack
with no hold barred, no turning back.

Now these are not...

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How free I was, I did not know.
Growing up in Chicago, oh
Police in blue, protected streets.
Life was sparkling and sweet.  
Verdant lawns were so gleefully...

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Why do they say money grows on trees?
I don’t know I admit
Her eight-year-old eyes look into my soul.
They kind of do though because money is...

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Hank had cowboyed on the Triple T Ranch fer nigh on fifty years.
He'd rode the range herdin' beef peerin' betwixt his hoss's ears.
Durin' cattle stampedes...

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swishing tails
snorts and shaking manes -
siesta's plague...

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