Long Buck(a) Poems

Scratching Fanny in Cock Lane, a true tale
The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, a drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost
About hordes of aristocrats and wealthy men...

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The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost
About hordes of aristocrats and wealthy men assembling
 Crowds rivalling Covent Garden, Theatres were now...

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The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set out to reach
Titanic shipwreck with five passengers
officials believe the suffered
a...

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You’ve reached a certain age when life has set you free
You can cock a hoop at protocol; do things that aren't PC
You can swim in just your underpants; be a gentleman or lout
Speak your mind...

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I, (and the missus)
     pleased as punch residing
     at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
     (since july first tooth house

     sand...

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Monday night. Moving magazines. Aimed dead at killing an evening, my fingers target =========
These same old four buttons;  >.

1, 2, 3, 4. Five’s a pipedream. Gaudy, small-minded and trapped in affected...

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off the top of my head i could say alottle bit bout things better left dead
kinda like the travesties the people for the poeple continue to ongo like tennis to from 
fro and back an...

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I am K O R A
I am K O R A
You wanna shoot up my mothering day
I am K O R A
I know she’s gonna say come see me ok
Cuz I am K O R...

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watching the news day by day
singing songs about robbing history
the spiders the size of a female breast
killing birds, i think in the southwest
Spiders eating people in Iraq
get bit by one and you get a flesh...

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I think when I’m in heaven,
I’ll put my feet on a soft cloud.
Pour some Tennessee whisky,
and read poetry to the crowd.

I’ll hug my dad a few times,
I’ll kiss my mom on both her cheeks.
Sit at...

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I desperately need a replacement heart
mine bit the dust and won’t start
its filters were clogged from all that smoke
Cigarettes butts are killers, that’s no joke

Wonder if that Marlboro man still lives
what he would say today...

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I’ve been known to buck a bale or two in my day
And I’ve loved a gal or a few and rode away.

I’ve dug up taters for just a dollar a day—
I’ve clerked in stores and...

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I always wanted to be a real cowboy.
A Buck-a-rue with scars on my cheeks and worn boots,
I wanted my spurs to jingle and my saddle to creak and
 deep lines and sun burned skin decorating...

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Newcastle-upon-Tyne Dackel  was nine
                          He sniffed the breeze for...

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This political forum is but an avenue for debate
Leaving man and woman, speaking then of hate
Trying so to stay within the realm of running calm
The press exploits the two by setting off their bombs

As words...

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The Horse.

A horse gives joy to everyone,
By those that ride them just for fun.

There are others that race them, a quarter mile,
and those that do it Kentucky style.

We also see them trot and pace,
and teams...

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The elf prophecy predicted the Shroud of the Ghost Wife would arrive
in the company of a seventeen point buck; a full-fledged stag
It was well known in Outerland, but not so much in the May Forest.
I...

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That mask pertain,
seems sustenance ordain,
the foolish choice, so bartered with disdain,
to organize one's premise seems remain!
A docile choice, but holding on in vain!

Oh hand of God, reach out,
I must proclaim, deliverance seems liable,
in false aim....

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Half-Eleven Form Contest/Nina Parmenter

THE ETOWAH INDIANS

The Etowah indians, tribe of redskins,
trading their buckskins.

Mississippian mounds base of temple grounds —
history astounds.

Spaniards kick dust, sitting high on each horse,
with winds changing course.

Silver helmets and harquebuses - tribe...

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“Huntin Nuttin”
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Hush up!  We be huntin’ 
Ain’t seen no nuttin’ yet.
I wont me some muten.
Geet dat dere tree stan' set.

Sho wheel be glad ta see
Dis yers buck...

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