Ers Poems - Poems about Ers

Twas the night before Christmas, I finished the trees. And feeling good cheer, I'd drank a few beers. The treats I'd laid out didn't last very long. As I found myself snacking, I knew that was wrong. Then, later in bed, I awoke with a start. And realized the reason: my own noisy fart. Like sounds of ducks quacking, my...

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My dear brother Butch, Hair are the highlights of my week: I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon! Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying" When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..." I answered, "May I mullet over?" Seriously, working there is a shear delight, with some nice fringe benefits They're a real cut above...

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I was a zealous meteorologist, which I had been for a long time, As the roving years work diligently, to create a very fine wine. So content in my fond vocation, many deemed me tops in my field, As golden sunshine streams from above, causing nature to yield! Weather had long allured me, and I found its patterns riveting, Like...

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Worry-ers of the Past Tears subside into sleep Sleep subsides into Death Arms wide open to receive you Down in its murky depths Frozen but aglow with warmth Rivers of a salted sash Meander on my face like yours Flag us forever As worry-ers of the past We sink you and I Dead, but still breathing Dead and domineering Afraid of our power Burnt from shadows and feeling...

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my pupils dilate sated by van gogh irises then i'm in a moan over the monet's the flowers the same but now waiting salivating for to see the oooh keeffe's...

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counting my thumb as one i have ten fingers and when it comes to toes even though odd the little piggie that went all the way home makes ten so then may i add up the ways that i love you...

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No one laughs as loudly or as exuberantly as a child from the ghetto or the barrio. I know, for I have worked with children from a ghetto for six years, and from a barrio for five. They have learned to laugh with absolute pure flat out sugar joy. Their excited piercing scream-laugh can go from...

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dock appendages spring break at the beach human barnacles...

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sestets with tail rhyme Prayers to ponder – the seventeenth of John. Prayers for Himself – “God, glorify your Son.” Prayers take time Prayers for his disciples – “God, make them one.” Prayers for us – generations unborn. Prayers take time. Pray-ers ask, but they listen to God too. Pray-ers confess sins, profess faith anew. Pray-ers make time Pray-ers think and thank, praise Jesus...

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