Cowbell Poems - Poems about Cowbell

...Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell bursting forth with such might courtesy cooking under pressure analogous to volcanic upswell, fo......

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...Verse, refrain. Chorus and cowbell. Verse, refrain. Chorus, and cowbell. Bridge. Verse, refrain. Chorus, more cowbell. Instrumental bridge. Drum solo. Verse, refrain. Even more cowbell. Fa......

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...I'd say it was late Spring or early Fall in 1954, a quiet time in American history; and Mr. Eisenhower was The President. There was a sweet and kind teacher hard at work, teaching kindergartners ......

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...two roundels “Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell, Don’t say no again.” My son has named ev’ry horse on the carousel. “We will go soon!”, I promised but I don’t know when. “Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwel......

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...Miss Bahamian Culture a woman who pledges loyalty to put Bahama land from the time she was conceived out of the womb Miss Bahamian Culture a woman who sheds the blood of gold, black and aqu......

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...Screaming Guillotines I. I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America, And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way, Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the asto......

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...Soiree See you Saturday In Santa Fe Fancy Shebang Quick overnight boomerang In convertible Mustang Masked Escapade No typical charade Invitation says masquerade <>...

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...If you go downtown early morning You can see the shopkeepers setting Old treasures on the sidewalk, Writing their welcomes with chalk On little standing blackboards, Inviting you inside their st......

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...It’s the joy of today and the loss of tomorrows, a boy at the bat, all his bases and sorrows. It’s the music we touch when we hear lovers’ hearts, or the hustle and bustle of local food marts. ......

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...Growing Up Rich My childhood home was just four rooms, heated by a black stove in the kitchen. No phone, no car, a toilet in the basement. Money was tight. The rent had to be paid. I spent my ......

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...there once stood a man who in dungarees trained, all his horses to run with his denim shirt stained. There were fresh jars of liquor and bushels of wheat. There was a cowbell that clanged:" Time......

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...A long-standing landmark that I often visited as a tyke, Was Bert's Country Store just a ways up Dalton Pike. Dalton could be missed if your eyes you'd briefly close. The population at that crossr......

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