Long Burrs Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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"Aliens!" I shouted above the roar of the blaze.

Please rescue us from this godforsaken place
veritable hellscape, where angels fear ingress.

Just then an unexpected pleasant distraction
woke me from induced stupor linkedin to Los
Angeles fires jump/kick starting...

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“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
 ...

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Metamorphosis 

Tracing footsteps in the overgrown field 
where sunlight and raindrops date
Counting sticker burrs like lemon drops 
in a candy counter display
Hitchhikers I remember them called, 
lovers of socks and pant legs I think
Each with...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
     from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing  
     haint no crime -
at least...

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I opened the top drawer of my mind
and carelessly took out some words.
I threw them about with little thought
of where or on whom they might land.

Many bounced when they hit becoming scattered and lost;
Some stuck...

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Your words burped toxins. 
Like water, I quenched my thirst. 
A portion too hexed to gulp,
I choked in travesty of devotion.

My favourite promises are broken ones.
My solace, found in empty words, 
mellifluous as Angels chants....

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Please take the pain of my youth and turn it into
peace everlasting.

Please replace my fears with serene solitude and the
security of your arms.

Please cast your revealing light upon the dark
corners of my deceit.

Please help me...

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They see me,  
but not really.  
A glance. A smirk.  
A whisper—  
"Look at her."  
And that’s all it takes.  

It doesn’t matter if it’s true.  
Truth isn’t...

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Look at that big world way out there,
eyes only three  just sit and stare,
Oh, how I want to go outside of this door,
to see that big world that's mine to explore!

" You're much too...

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He drove up to the Triple "T" Ranch in his brand new Cadillac!
In his air-conditioned trailer wuz his Arabian steed an' the finest tack!
He'd dreamed uv bein' a real workin' cowboy since he wuz a...

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As luck would have it
I chanced upon the secret
of finding things not looked for,
to enlist serendipity on cue.

The more you look the less you see.
Stop looking for, and start looking about.
Expectation kills spontaneity.
So, stop planning...

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Rain is brewing; 
black clouds hang over the Cockpit Country.
Them rainclouds have a habit of shifting colors like a lizard.
The smell of the pending shower is strong on September’s breath; 
the sun take a well-deserved...

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A properly equipped cowpoke is bound to impress the boss.
He'll need a mount of course and a silver-studded saddle fer his hoss.
He'll need some chaps to protect his jeans frum them pesky burrs,
And his outfit...

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Each summer my parents would take us to my grandfather’s ranch in Southern Texas to help with different jobs. It might be branding cattle, digging fence post holes, or picking cotton! My parents had told...

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	I sailed an olive boat 
into the center of the sea 
alone
	to find a cure for my loose heart 
not the spring-back type, noble with elasticity 
but leap-forward lecher-wild
binding to any skirted frame and drooping...

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It was not sleep's dream nor vision when
I climb between the parted veil to know
The knowledge that mortals do not ken
The sweet world with joy so brightly aglow

Then this is all it is, and all...

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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined
rows of poplar pillars prop
the rendezvous canopy beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon 

yellow eyes; daffodils watching 
lean into gossip...

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Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room!
And clear the clutter out, so I may see!
And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee!
Life threatens to collapse in, with a Boom!

Like Aspen, that arise after a fire,
Or...

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Dear herb, shrub, vine and bush 
if you be deemed unwanted or a pest,
your name is cursed to be unspoken,
or twisted into a foul nickname scourge.
To graziers you are Paterson's Curse
To beekeepers you are Salvation...

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Into the street he sauntered one day
Might be his last, no one could say.

Wore a sassy Stetson, chaps and spurs
ring-jingly things, with raucous burrs.

A silvered six gun pressed his hip
a tiny tremble dressed his lip.

Tough...

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"Put a blanket 'neath that saddle!
You'll rub that poor hoss raw!"
Cain't get these young guys off the phone
Beats all I ever saw.

We had a brandin' yesterday
An' he forgot his rope
He was textin' in the saddle...

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Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation

The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten...

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I am a dandelion and my world is a big meadow.
I'm growing on a cliff-side, I like to live on the edge.
Just blooming away, soaking up the sunlight beaming at me.
Needing a purpose so I...

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