Gruffly Poems - Poems about Gruffly

...The first poem I posted on Soup. One of the first 200 poems I deleted. I found a rough copy in an old scribble book. Hardware Blues. My dad he went down fighting, to keep his local hardware stor......

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...An Ogre is mean, an Ogre is ugly An Ogre is smelly, grumpy and gruffly. They are so big they can block out the sun If you ever do hear one it's better to run. Some want to eat you or keep you a......

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...glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give gr......

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...There once was a poet who screeched like a monkey Belligerent cuss and stubborn as a donkey Was quite disputatious Boringly vexatious In fact, I'd be inclined to label him a bit wonky ......

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...He told me without so much as a flutter of the eye that he was on the river by all accounts alone.Picking and eating the dew berries growing along the fence row that bordered the woods.Eating to sati......

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...DynDoeth took over the conversation, “Now you know the story of your father. I am sorry for putting this off for so long. I simply did not know how to tell you and I must say, I feared it wou......

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... “Forever” When The Terrors came, The Uncontrollable Ones, she closed her eyes and listened for the notes her mother had planted amongst the deep blues, beds of Forg......

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...I, Too, Sing America (and did so in my diapers!) by Michael R. Burch I, too, served my country, first as a tyke, then as a toddler, later as a rambunctious boy, growing up on military bases aro......

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...The lingering hug The last "I love you, Dad" The suitcase on wheels behind him now Automatic doors open "Get back in your vehicle, sir" A final glimpse -- Gruffly now: "Move out, mis......

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...Black balloons on the gate, The sky so dark and cloudy. Dad hadn’t wanted us out late, But we begged quite loudly. “Trick or treat,” we spouted, The words just an expression, We had nev......

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...Spartan Some men are born to play, and some… are not. To them life is without common joy, at least the kind others partake. But it is instead more tempered with the metal of red blood; cou......

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...How offensive that must’ve felt! I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this th......

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...Green eggs, Spam and grits Sam and Pam had their fill, Then made their way to Main Street Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill. Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors To show them that they cared. All smiled ......

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...We sit in the forest, admiring the trees, my dog and I. The roosters behind us are in full racket form. A dog barks, gruffly and hoarsely. My dog does not look up. I have stacked the pile high ......

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...We have Cousins Camp in Kansas City in the summer. Any grandchildren who cannot come, says, “That’s a bummer!” One year I let four of the bigs fill a garbage can up with water. Each jumped in th......

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