Brusque Poems - Poems about Brusque

...The piano tuner there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor except for potatoes, there was not much call for  another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented the space and partly......

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...The slabbed ceiling tiles are becoming the patio slabs of my childhood home. I'm highly strung in more ways than one, trying to send my mind elsewhere, but half-buried memories insert themselves, s......

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...To visit the Gulf of America, In case you get the notion, You might fly over what’s now called The Mar-a-Lago Ocean. Be sure to click your seatbelt, For when using this portation, (The “trans......

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...Elon Musk: many people say he is brash and brusque; and, to be honest, he kinda gives me the creeps when I think about some of the company he keeps.......

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...Harold was all bluff and guff brusque and rough his words sometimes pinched cheeks too hard with his honest plain Tennessee talk Some thought he was rude he had no filter he was abrupt but not......

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...The ruler of his kingdom He designates the lines The pieces that belong to him His subjects and their lives He rules with domination His disciples are but fools This powerful head of state ......

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...plump red strawberries the kind we knew last red dusk when time inched by brusque garnet stars flash on scarlet leaves and cardinals mars phenomenal crimson dragonflies when fruitful days ......

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...I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages. Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.” Someone mentioned that when I complained abo......

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... “When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do, remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth” Long ago when I was in junior school I......

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...A Summer rain came, heads ducked, hoods, hats and umbrellas transformed into helmets. all walked hunched below raindrops, all looked only at the ground. One little girl, dark hair flowing, l......

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... He's left me. I'm coming undone - like linen on a spinning wheel much in need of still being spun. Half-cloth, I'm feeling unreal. In need of completion, I'm lost. He's left me. I'm coming u......

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...With the might of nine men And with his head full of red hair His brusque fashion and his acumen He carved his place at the King's fair There was only one other To whom he looked with honor A......

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...There was a man who searched for the oasis But was lacking in the social graces He’d splash on some musk But then acted brusque By looking for love in all the thong places......

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... Guaranteed to make us smile- our new Spring comes every year; its magic brings a warmer, brighter Sun- as snow begins to melt and seedlings sprout their fresh green leaves with blossom......

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...Cooling off in falling months, approaching dusk. Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque. Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough, as the wind whoops on a weeping willow. The sky blue ......

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