Brays Poems - Poems about Brays

...In the North American elections That we could call erections “made in USA” How many Republican brays have won a government Losing with great sorrow other democratic brays. After the greeting be......

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...For some enchanted evenings... The following scenario imagined after the hoopla of Democratic National Convention miracle workers Kamala Harris and Tim Walz trumpeted politically wholesome zea......

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... The donkey brays; the elephant trumpets, and the herds remain unprotected from the wolves and the jackals. What game shall we play; pin the tail on the Donkey or Elephants can't rememb......

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...N.orth E.ast W.est S.outh In the North the news brays There’s no equality And adds to the fray Staged hostility In the East they mouth There’s new racial frictions Plus they, in West and......

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...Do these glasses make us look fat? Who looks worse, me or Matt? I looked up to do a quadruple take. A mistake I did not care to make. Why are zebras so hard to raise? They gave me a nod, Ted g......

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...But a brush and a touch, one parting more. Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light. I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout, but remember my close shaves, the honey and dead days, my foes......

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...In the beginning there was Chaos. God spoke, and there was Symphony. -- by Poet There was darkness all around, And all were but muffled sound, As the notes from a bassoon-- Low......

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... The Donkey of Destiny The party was set, the guests were invited, The adults were happy, the kids all excited. All going to plan; the hosts were delighted, Then the Donkey of......

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...Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away cows laze about, after feeding all day Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays Down in the meadow,......

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...the theory says: “beware, for thoughts are things” and voice the means by which it brays or sings for were we held to pay for what we think we’d skate forever ‘round an oval rink whereas the le......

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...Drawdy Pointe Flyaway frond hairs wear the breeze where the green palm nods her head, and the pelican post's lone occupant is surveying the fisherman’s empty line. Across the water in the yell......

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...Gold or gladiolus or golden sapphire fine; Delighted, even if I divine light define; If, like an orange, the details I do not peel, Will my rhyme-lyric like an angelus-bell, peal? Like a discip......

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...the air in the skull is stale not ready yet to be noticed on sight or seen as anything but a question mark submerging in a fish bowl of watching reconnoitering feeling around the margins wh......

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...In the Confines of a Dream By Sy Roth Their skin touches mine Hair on end in the cold, tickling, Vibrating with amoebic fear on an endless loop. I could not look. They braved separation fro......

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...Its' what they do A rat gnaws a snake slithers ........it's who they are The jackass brays without logic or reason ........loving its own voic......

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