Best Straw Poems

......a strange color, green

   Become better informed, listen to your teachers,
educate yourself....which branch will the bluejay
survey from? 
The hawk, circling, choose his best option?

   Bleeding soldiers depend on doctors, rich men
depend on accountants, souls depend on preachers,
tap water depends on scientists...

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Buck buck buh-buck-buck
Buck buck buh-buck
Buck buck, buck buck, buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.

Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buck buck buck buck
Buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck....

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Dedicated to a fine poet on soup Gershon Wolf.





In an old cowboy town in Wichita 
Staying alive meant being quick on the draw
The Straws and Jones shoot out
Was bloody without doubt
All killed except one he was' The Last Straw'.


Written 18th July 2019....

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A SIGHT FOR STRAW EYES

I have a little scarecrow friend,
To his eyes I must attend,
The straw is poking through you see,
So I see him, he can't see me.

But when I saw him just last week,
I heard a tiny little squeak,
Upon my further investigation
I found a...

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Where, oh where, is God? 
When will the man-child stop asking why,
stop searching for the other, the greater, the bigger
the more glorious presence?

This constant need to see other than oneself as the source.
Even with a brain (and we know Frank Baum has told us 
only...

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STRAW MAN

I poked the straw man 
He remained fixed, unmoved 
emotionless.

“There, I said, once again you ignored
me’. Then I felt tears flowing down   
to gently touch my tongue. 
 
Soon after he answered…
“Don’t you know by now your life is
destined to be what...

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Just Strands of Straw

I look into the mirror, 
my hair has dropped to the sink. 
It is a trail of tears, 
years of taking care of split ends, 
fluffing and drying, 
tying it up, 
leaving it down…
now, just gone.
My crown of glory
 it is…
 gone.
Maybe...

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Only time flickers with reflection,
from a day when the sky smiled,
and the wind kissed the skin of sinners,
as they listened to the leaves softly whisper,
beneath a cross of salvation.
When the soft breath of butterflies,
washed over the rising fragrance of flowers blooming,
as they filled the sky...

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So, take a gander at the Strawman
As he take's a stand
He is from every land and region
He is always' at your command
He never mouth off to anyone
And he always' does his job
In essence he is the law
Until a crow of two happens'
   ...

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The old straw hat was worn,
              Its top center was torn.
              Some scissors and thread,
    ...

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These last few years have put our world to test:
Pandemic threat, political unrest,
Divisive strife, we hoped, our past forgot
As lives that mattered were, in cold blood, shot...
But nothing impacted and shocked us more
Than unjustified and uncalled war.

March 6, 2022


10 syllables per line...

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His hair was yellow, a piece of straw 
sticking out the side every which a way 
standing tall and mute, not a word; just looking cute. 
life's problems not being faced 
left to their own, unattended, drifting 
like a straw cast in the wind, 
wonder...

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STRAW MAN

The straw man guards a golden field,
His eyes are empty, like its head,
A golden heart shines in his chest. Whose hand
had put this golden heart into his chest?
Can this heart put his body into motion?
This is what the crow is thinking about, and only...

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A camel in a wildlife park
Went on a wild attack;
He kicked and bit his owner
Then he sat down on his back.

I read this in The New York Times
So this was not in jest.
The reason for the rampage, though,
Is harder to digest.

It seems the camel loved...

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A straw man stood fixed upon timber firm, 
gazing at Autumn's gilded, moonlit prize.
He, the king of Earth and the winding worm,
she, the pale darling of cold starry skies.

Left in fallow field of harvest' soiled gown, 
with sun bleached woolen coat so neglected.
Besotted by her...

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