Compadres Poems - Poems about Compadres

...I’m sporting this new lipstick it won’t fade, smudge or smear I’ll be lucky if it wears off this year. I’ve got this new eyeliner that’s like a luxurious, glittering, penciled tattoo Leong ask......

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...Remastered memories renovated compromises Say thy brother's name Touchstone compadres Manifest of broken years Be thy brother's keeper Astral time prisms empirical passengers Keep thy bro......

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...My morning walk was rainy; My feet were soaking wet. Though I had an umbrella, Every puddle was a threat. My mask fogged up my glasses And the sky was pre-dawn dark. There weren’t many people......

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...Buckaroos wave in the wagons into a corral, circle of Conestoga wagons mixed with covered wagons 100 count, Next to the butte, a springer delivers calf alive; compadres cheer wahoo! Exuberance loo......

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... MY SPIRIT GUIDES Sparkle, spirit and serenity. These three sprits live in me. How great to keep me going! When I at times,feel down. These life-long compadres, lift me, when I feel li......

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...Cowboy boots and vintage wool psychedelia (poncho, jazz shades) and cool drip slow burn tea and electric notes of Bob Dylan, Maggie’s Farm and that dude, he has meth mouth so I guess he’s going ......

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...Dear Fruit Fly I don't like you I can't stand you Everywhere I go You seem to be there Staring me in my face waiting for me to turn my back so you can steal the food from off my plate but ......

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...Some kind of celebrity I guess, in print, faceless at work, seldom seen at home-- He writes the story of his life and every chapter is the same; he is the lucky man who has two jobs and can afford to......

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...Have I got clean socks on? I really must be sure I wouldn't want my souping buds To smell the green manure That pile I trod in earlier It really was a stinker It's crucial that M......

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...Bigwigs like to breakfast With compadres of their ilk. They like imbibing power With their coffee, tea or milk. The usual location Where they meet and break their bread Plans to close for renovation......

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...her persistence brought the fact that she was obsessed to the mind of her dearest compadres & they watched as with each passing day the object of her obsession became more & more all that she would......

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...word on the street is that the rich of the empire want to be safe & sound when the sky falls, when their “god” spits on humanity breeding “hellfire,” or when the nukes fly or the ground breaks up li......

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...carousing through the net & pausing to finger the thinning spots on his scalp remembering the moments when women in his earlier life would run their fingers through the flowing locks--- having watch......

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...In that grey, quiet space between night & dawn While the coyote sings a good morning song A cowboy rides up to a spot high on the hill to reflect on his blessings & the bounty of good will Fo......

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...The work is hot, tired & nasty sometimes you ride your mount into the ground some nights you can't sleep for the desert chill or coyotes howl You chase them steers come hail or hell in ......

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