Best Tar Poems

We exist in space and time 
invisible, unseen for who we
truly are exchanging 
words for thoughts
never face-to-face
but touching just the same
vitriol tossed with the sweetness
fair barter for some form 
of kind heaven exchanging 
inclement weather
to the vestries of 
each others’ 
netherworlds 
divesting 
tar and feathers



Candide...

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THE RIVER OF TAR
 
The River Of Tar
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

The river of tar… an artery
A means to access the highways
Branching through capillaries of roads
Penetrating the Australian landscape
...
The river of tar weaves and wanders
Through cities, towns and villages
Along the coast, in the mountains
To the dessert land...

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Grandma told it well.
Some missionaries
Visited her dad –
He was one deacon.
Everyone listened.

He let them teach.
All about God
And the iron rod
Deacons complained

Threatened him
Their mob came
Red -hot tar  --

Kids learned
Dad’s strength 

Stands!


1/13/2017

One Outrageous Story!
I remember Grandma telling me 
about her dad, my great-grandfather.
back in the early...

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tar dog tar dog where you be
he killing chicken like Wiley Coyote
wife yells you fetch him
for he eats more a them cookies
off I go low curse so she don't hear
dang flies he there alright
over hundred pound of black born trouble
rolling side to side can’t roll...

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Of Pith and Tar

Leaves are burning, bleeding and turning
their insides all running out
I see the fires of forests churning
before the Lorax can shout

Towers and spires are pouring out gas
clouds tumbling over skies on the lake
students seem to be crying during Sunday mass
angry about their fathers...

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The Menacing Stranger At ShopCo-'Tar-zhay'  - A Narrative Poem

One day at a dress shop,
I met a man selling shoes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some hushes.

A fence, also known as a receiver, 
A mover, this an individual who knowingly buys stolen...

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A smile. It's hard to tell whether that smile 
is genuine or just masking a plethora of 
secrets. The sparkle in your eyes suggests 
honesty, but the whites of your eyes are 
stained with tiny red lightening bolts. 
Sweetheart, what storms have you faced? 
No...

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Her charred tar lungs,
Like weathered sacks
Release and intake
The smoked filled air.
Escaping from her cratered lips,
Absorbing in her now white hair.
She married smoking in the ‘60’s
And wears the dingy yellow ring
To remind herself of this breathless demon.
Lurking deep within.

This commitment,
Her only commitment
Has now come back to...

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I may be no Rambling Poet
I may not be the one-you know it!
I may be no Dani Sousa
I may be the one to lose her
I do have something to say.
I am sure of this:
I Will not be as great a poet as others
But I Will...

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Living in NEW YORK CITY and going to tar beach
For most NEW YORKERS this was a treat.
Taking your beach chairs, towels, and blankets 
And a radio to the roof.
Some would come up with shirts and pants
As the roofers began to dance.
Listening to ALLEN FREED, COUSIN...

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This new creation by demand
not summiting some useless stand,
that when you spit it in your hands
look now, behold, its called tar sands!

But here, the handle, 'BRASKA'S pan
reject this omen, the farm man,
the food was put here by God's plan
the soil's our future, planting's scan!

The outside...

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Tar and Feathers

His name is Bob.
Not Robert.

He is a bird. 
I want to make that clear from the start. 
I am bigger than him and he depends on me. 
That is for food, water, treats and shelter. 
Am I clear?

No one is listening. 
I can...

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searing summer sun
tarpaper rooftop beaches
city sunbathing...

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LIKE TAR

backless
second skin dress
plunges
spinelined
scooped out 
glittering 
sequins of 
insanity

inverted arch in
certain light 
seems ochre shades 
of weakened
tea 

discerning
this blemish
has sipped
life’s bitter
scargrappled
gravelstained
plea

slipminded
hurdles into
death’s sticky 
saltswimming
sea 
.........like tar


© Kim van Breda—22 September2015...

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"Meuller's research went far too far
but met the Congressional par 
NO RUSSIAN COLLUSION
To end all confusion
I want an Immigration "CZAR"!...

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