Buck Poems - Poems about Buck

The old ‘Pass-Punt-Kick’ contest misappropriated by politicos You’re familiar with the stereotype the kind who check which way the wind blows Like a hot potato they pass...

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Despair not, The wound is superficial The arrow only grazing Your death mask delayed The pain is real But the end, far from us...

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In Preparing children for the adult world, There is no better game to teach them than pass the parcel, No better game to show them that we live in a caring world. And when they reach adulthood in our caring world, It will easy for them to exchange a buck for the parcel, And add one more rule to make...

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A young buck in Toronto named Trask sunbathes nude for the girls if they ask. They're impressed with his dong, it's so thick, long and strong and it's certainly up for the task!...

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Late in the afternoon, long shadows drive in-roads, between paths of sunlight. Got my Nikon on. Locked and loaded. The white tail just came too close, got him! Man did he fly when he heard, the whir and click of a live camera! Shot him startled and looking, shot him leaping. Took him down as he disappeared back into the deep woods. Man, I think I will hang his big old...

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buddin’ nubbin...

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Oh, for the taste of a sweet, juicy berry, some sweet rose petals would make me happy; I'm so tired of woody browse and acorns, my throat gets dry and my teeth are worn. For an aging buck needs good sustenance; I hate the browse cracking, such dissonance! I long for tree buds, tender grass and shoots; I'd kiss a squirrel for...

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I stole an hour from work Drove a few blocks from our downtown office To a cemetery And there In my preferred shady spot to park Where I typically meditate With all four windows wide open Gulping the afternoon autumn wind Shaving my face to young again In the rearview mirror Brian Doyle’s last book opened But today? No Another soul A fellow survivor in their coffin car I...

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Prettiest buck acted like he did not know he was fine. We watched him hop over fences with does in a line. They all want his attention, they flirt with him sublime. The other bucks pick out his leftovers, saying “that one’s mine.”...

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Harold the Hugh Hefner carrot top buck Ruled his hare'm nsync with trumpeting Donald Duck, (loud enough to arouse Daisy), the former cartoon character, a pensive searing black kind Roebuck heir to a fortune hauling trash and rubbish, whereby dust bunnies repurposed into environmentally friendly electric kool aid acid tested batteries powering many an electric truck, which wolfed, kick/jump started and guzzled...

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There once was a stupid $hmuck Who tried earning an honest buck But his job drove him crazy So he became lazy And no longer gave a .... © Mike Wise 10-7-22...

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Antlers big and strong ...

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arduous ascent incandescent massive orb – buck tosses his head...

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Young tough Billy Buck, had one more puff. Then went for his gun, and ran out of luck. He was tough, but not fast. two slugs his last gasp. Here lie's young Billy Buck, Ash to Ash, Dust to Dust...

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