Long Buckshot Poems

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Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material prone to find the reader 
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably...

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Suddenly, two Indian boys throw themselves into the water like meteors
swiming towards camp chatty as prarie dogs,
they hail from a Teton encampment of 74 lodges a few miles up river
most of the men are feeling...

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The weather was just how I liked it
Looking like it would stay dry
The breeze had the sharp tinge of winter
Beneath a low overcast sky

The thick blackthorn hedgerow behind me
Bordered the tangled beech wood
In front was...

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Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering...

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...McClors rode up, and smiled quite thin,
He said,”Woman, get away from him!
You come with me now, and it will suffice.
You play more of these games, and you’ll get the knife.”

“See I’m in no mood for...

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I’m walking through another crowded room
wondering if people can sense the tremors behind my eyes. 
Fluttering wings of falling Angels full of hellfire buckshot. 
I’m seeping into the Berber carpet, 
into the taut stitching and...

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“Santa Anna Wind”.   

                  © London F. Buss

  Don’t fear sadness, only shadows, 
 ...

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Yeah, just grab an old rusty shovel, a case of Bud Light and hop in the back of my red
pickup truck, because us country boys are heading down to Sweetwater Creek to hunt for
some rare...

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See me a visualization of the truth. A fatal portrait selfie. A dose of reality. 1zt card life dealt me waz the high joker. Nocturnal Mojo. An ounce of venom. Mixed wit buckshot. Inhale freedom....

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I can’t breathe
Mon on tony 
is suff ocat ing me
Drowning in my own medi oc rity

Something’s gotta give.
Something’s gotta give!

I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof 

Gotta get the  out of...

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makers upon makers

On swings the pendulum after countless ticks and tocks 
Singing the glorious requiem for its dying brethren clocks  
It taps the world with waning tempo to preach evanescence
Yet its past and streaming...

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On swings the pendulum after countless ticks and tocks 
Singing the glorious requiem for its dying brethren clocks 
It taps the world with waning tempo to preach evanescence 
Yet its past and streaming photons mark...

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Points to Ponder
Thanks to Buckshot for the thought
By Franklin Price
9/25/2018

Here are some points to ponder
About who should have a say
About our lives, and how we live them,
The how, the why, the way

Those for whom we...

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I made you a poem dissing you,
To the point I realize I shouldn't,
Shouldn't open the door for you,
Show you the truth behind wouldn't,

Even say what's I realize was a lie,
February will be a month and...

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The madness of the cats began.  They came from Ulthar and
Singaloon, in my dreams, and from cellars and old steeples by day.

By Day! I saw the twitching tails snake madly, as yellow eyes
glared hungry...

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Lock me in solitary
And throw away the key
It ain't no different 
Then what I've already done to me
Already told you once 
You done got the best of me 
Ain't nothin'  left 
But what I...

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You're one of God's smarter creatures
My wife says you're smarter than me
You can't tell it from your features
You look as dumb as you can be

I gave you a name yesterday
Don't think you'd like it very...

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They call him crazy. I prefer Sir. If you look at him wrong his blood starts to stir. 
He doesn't like chocolate, children or pets. I don't think he likes anyone he's ever met. 
He...

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Come on in my family, and friends,
let us all work together, as the preparation
begins.
Grab that turkey, and warsh him real good,
better make sure we have plenty of wood.
Fire up the stove, and get it real...

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This caged sense within 
Reason ; Alienation
drips along language.

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Scripted games of thought 
caress the choke silk spin of 
a BuckShot Stutter.

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Stamped as Oil Slick 
crisis of existence ripped 
thru circulation.

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Character Awake 
and kept round like...

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ALWAYS CHECK YOUR TANK 

Johnny Smiths gang had just robbed the town bank
With gang members scar face Mike, and old Hank
Their getaway car 
Wasnt going far
Cos Hank forget to put gas in the tank...

SHIVER ME...

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People laugh and make fun of me because I wear a coonskin cap.
But they'll stop laughing because I'm through taking their crap.
People say that my cap makes me look silly.
They say that it makes me...

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I'll tell you this first, guns are my curse
I was dealt Ace's and watched all their faces
Looked around and called all in
Everyone folded, but Buckshot just grinned 

He moved up his stack, with a loud...

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-for the 99%

The cock crows at first light.
Cracking the wind’s direction 
like wheat under the heavy plow 
waking our eyes as red as buckshot
defying the night, calling the day, signaling 
strength to rise and be...

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We 
gather 
in towns
we congregate
in famous squares.
We are the new menace 
and we have chosen now 
to gather in this crumbling place.
For this is the year of the rabbit, a glorious season, 
a marvelous kingdom...

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