Free Range Poems - Poems about Free Range

deer munch on branches chickens run wild through yard husband streaks through house...

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Free-Range Limericks Redux My free-range limericks are light They will not keep you up at night You won't find tawdry Anything naughty In my universe, they're just right! 5/13/2023 Poetry form: Free-Range Limerick This is my second limerick that refers to my work in progress, Free-Range Limericks, on wattpad.com. To date, I have posted 25 limericks. They are free-range because they can...

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In those days we bought gloves with grip pads to go with our Nerf footballs Because our hands were not yet large enough to pantomime dads that stood too close to the TV and ran from commercial breaks We spent hours perfecting lean-tos playing dodgeball in sweat-filled basements discussing the perfect capture the flag strategy and skipping ahead to the battle scenes in...

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Let them run free these words seeking escape giddily chattering scritch-scritch-scritching in the idle emptiness of a clear space struggling for recognition in a close order inspection wary of the controls of punctuation’s interruptions Free them Lest some “rooster” crow “tain’t right” They should sit these words in clustered pens unheard unread unspoken but for one who marks his passing with a trail of Free Range Verse John g. Lawless ©1/25/2022...

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What is that blaring in our ears, is it the brain cutting loose and spinning around our heads? Brain figures and un-figures looking through holes in its circuits, what computes is painted on blank walls, what just blurts is spoken with a deeply voiced wisdom. Look, the sounds it makes are visible from the moon, can be heard by dreaming camels on the far side of...

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Something has changed and I do not know why Age and anger joined over taxes as the older son With the difficulties of dealing with death’s demands Everyday is another telephone call And I hear your loud yelling I try to read and listen to music And not be near to you or the phone Still I hear then my loud crow...

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Free Range We all love the thought no fences against the wolves ...

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A farmer who was looking for change Produced limericks that were free-range He achieved great success His limericks were best And gluten-free -isn't that strange?...

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(to be read to the tune of Papa was a rolling stone) Papa was a rolling egg Wherever he laid a hen chicks were made And when he flied- The coop you know was left undone....

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To hunt and fish is considered ruthless, Deemed by some a blood sport of pure pleasure. Arguments against are often toothless. Necessity is not hard to measure. Gathering has become nearly folklore. Native plants found only in store bought oils. Grocery mushrooms limited to four. Diet of foods only that of tilled soils. In one hundred years way too much has changed. Species of...

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...she kept her heart on a chain never let it run mad like it was born to do she kept her head in a box never let it see the light of day she has keepsakes for a heart and romance novels on shelves little dragons decorate her hallway with little knights to slay them natural and homespun as can be she lives in...

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I often wonder slightly, as I close the fridge door nightly, is there more to know about produce, so innocent next to juice? Does the mayo fight the milk jug? Does the ketchup dance out on the rug? I swear I hear it faintly, ...

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Free-range poets feeding on loneliness writing in their openness Oh, sing me broken lullabies take me to the open skies write in blood, "Why am I dying?" like I don't already know it free lance poets writing in free verses only three words breaking through the lines Oh, do they have to rhyme, break me all the time? Oh, why can't they rhyme? that's how we do it; free-range poets bleeding,...

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Freed a dozen hens today For a week or so $2 (additional) the price of freedom On the supermarket shelves Even though I may pontentially Have stolen all their children...

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Often my thoughts do range far and wide. But it’s not just my thoughts that skim the tides. When my Hubby asks and I don’t reply… He says I’m free ranging again with my mind. He laughs and tells me to please wake up… But I’ve already been there, thank you, so much. Deep in thought and so far away, He’s still...

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