Long Brushy Poems

Of White and Gold
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Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...

Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy 
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly...

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city limits;on 2nd street and elizabeth avenue,near a tire shop,and its where billy 
the kid the out law lived and died;as brushy bill,so sad,yet here stood by those 
very same street names in real life,his...

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II.
Liesel spent months worrying about this,
about dark minions and young souls that hurt,
she even started fearing for herself
for questioning the teachings of the church.

She did not want to damn herself to Hell,
but she couldn’t believe...

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The Aged Man
                            Authored by Chuck Keys


There is...

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IT HUNG IN THE SMOKEHOUSE FOR YEARS ON END,
JUST AN OLD BLACK COAT THAT NO ONE WOULD MEND.
THE LAST ONE TO WEAR IT WORE IT IN DEATH,
HE HAD IT ON WHEN HE BREATHED HIS LAST...

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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers

of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North...

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A cold-blooded killer or a kind hearted man,
Searching for justice with a gun in his hand
He escaped many times indeed he did,
He is known as Billy the Kid

A charming young man, with a heart-breaking smile,
He...

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My fragrances have guided you to my colourful winter gardenia 
A cobbled pathway will walk you to a vanilla mushroom house 
Atop with a fireman's helmet of red riding hood flower wine
Bee loved sunshine daisies...

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A Wolf’s Paradise 

A place, where once the wolves of time, shook off their godly shields,
To come to Earth eternally, where only seasons yield.

They fashioned then, a godly place, of wood and shade and stone,
to...

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The orient rays through the tree tops
Illuminating the foliage,shades of green
Sieving through the mist, hallowing land.
My mind wakes to an soothing breeze

Meadows crowned by myriad dews
Glittering to welcome the morning sun-
That tickles the hillside limpid...

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Brown, whiskey
brushy tail who jumps
from the roof top
to the tree just as
easy as can be.

Round and round
mister squirrel goes
onto the tree trunk.
Not a worry or care
has he.

He sits on the branch
looking down at
the bird feeder...

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Staring onto the blanks of skin depths,
I might as well fake for forsake.
Bright eyed and brushy tailed,
Hidden in the mask of despair.
Abandoned quiets of youthfulness,
juggling with lives apse.
"Hush, speak no more.
You ain't my reign,
nor am...

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