Bushwhack Poems - Poems about Bushwhack

...Poems should just land on a page sometimes If I were an artist, I wouldn't be a careful one Today I'd throw paint at a room sized canvas Roll in it, maybe bite the edges... maybe not bite But I ......

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...The oldest citizen of Soup Creek, Nopaul E. Ticks, posed to show his support for the town council's ban on politicians. I hear that nasty Trump feller, wants to stump in Soup Creek. He wro......

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... On white lines on valiant wheels I head north leaving behind the City of Sails with its humourless streets, its casino steel and glass Sky Tower built upon the rubble of a gran......

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...There was an old cat who thought he was cool Rantin' til it made him look like a fool I heard some folks say "He's a motley stray" Hissin' 'bout stuff just like a right paw tool Black......

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...We must bushwhack with faith to sweep out the brain of all those black thoughts that control our mental pain. Falter, and the spirit chokes from weeds well overgrown. Many demons will nestle deep ......

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...II. In the week that followed that cold, hard scene, Reno settled in and got down to work, he did tie up loose ends for the estate, but mostly in the saloons did lurk. Listening hard for any r......

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...The interviewer is water colored...green. The artist, antiqued abstract. He probes for her deepest sable secrets. She offers pale nothings from her musky attic retreat- He nibbles away with ba......

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...Momentarily by Odin Roark How elusive the quest To place oneself in sync Wavelength to wavelength Response to reply So many agendas beg ignoring Those places where integrity remains suspe......

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...As I ride this open range I’d like to thank the Honcho in the sky, For bushwhack beans and jerky with a wedge of Huckleberry pie. For the lonesome sound of the whistle from a far off distant......

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...A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount, Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count. A dangerous dash across open land on a night without a moon, A last d......

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...Could I fathom a women heart and dare to steal it, Or be dumb to quantify and trade ever misfit, Fancy what you may but I did not surrendered my wit, Think again before you truly tempt to shrink ......

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...Scribbled on public urinal walls Scrawled on latrines of cinema halls Sexy messages with illustration Depicting process of procreation Pithy remarks voicing political conviction Agitprop's ......

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