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I Wait With Bated Breath For C Cure T Clarence
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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Categories: burrs, america, anxiety, appreciation, character, confidence, fate, humorous,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member The Penelope Squad
“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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Categories: burrs, giggle, humor, muse, mystery,
Form: Free verse
I Wait With Bated Breath
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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Categories: burrs, 12th grade, 9th grade, grief, inspirational, parody,
Form: Free verse
Metamorphosis
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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Categories: burrs, butterfly, heartbroken, life,
Form: Free verse
I Wait With Bated Breath
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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Categories: burrs, 10th grade, 12th grade, 9th grade, fashion,
Form: Free verse



My Careless Words
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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Categories: burrs, words,
Form: Verse
Wounded Sigh
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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Categories: burrs, angst, black love, break up, confusion, crazy,
Form: Free verse
Papa Abba Father Please
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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Categories: burrs, father, prayer,
Form: Free verse
My Sister's Sandals
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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Categories: burrs, angst, childhood, family, mother, sister, sister, me,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Cowboy Rookie
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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Categories: burrs, cowboy-western, funny
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Primed For Serendipity
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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Categories: burrs, change, sometimes, surreal,
Form: Free verse
Saved By Sugarcane
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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Categories: burrs, childhood
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Cowboyin' Ain'T Fer the Squeamish!
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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Categories: burrs, cowboy-westernold, old,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Cotton Field
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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© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: burrs, child, jobs, work,
Form: Bio
Out of Body Futility
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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Categories: burrs, imagination, philosophy, body,
Form: Verse
Oh, God Expand My Narrow, Cluttered Room Rewritten
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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Categories: burrs, angst, christian, god, hope, marriage, peace, philosophy,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Premium Member Weeds By Nickname Cursed
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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Categories: burrs, garden,
Form: Free verse
The Showdown
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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Categories: burrs, childhood, humor,
Form: Rhyme
That's My Boy
"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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Categories: burrs,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
The House of the Hanged Man
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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© Nigel Fox  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: burrs, imaginationhouse, garden, house,
Form: Free verse
The Inner-Most Thoughts of a Dandelion
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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Categories: burrs, imagination, nature,
Form: Free verse
"old Doc"
Doc was a tiger stripped buckskin dun cow pony
Looked like the one Marshal Dillon rode
A fine piece of horse flesh he was
He was all heart, was no phony
He like to buck and loosen his load
That...

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© Danny Nunn  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: burrs, animalshorse,
Form: I do not know?
And Then
An old cowboy still wore his spurs
As he entered the cool dark bar.
He brushed his jeans of cockle burrs,
Waved his hat for a whiskey jar.

He looked 'round at the Friday crowd,
Smiled and recalled his younger...

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Categories: burrs, humorous,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Purple Haze
Purple haze

Came a purple haze one of those days,
Back home in Dirranbandi
Amongst the trees grey haze we see’s
Just the spirits walking grandly

If you please old Joe he see’s ,
 a mate who was old Jack,
down...

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Categories: burrs, adventure, old, me, old,
Form: Ballad
Where's It Written
Where’s it written he’d like to know
That he must be a man
He likes the way things are right now
Doin’ the best he can

He turned thirteen last Friday morn’
An’ Pa gave him that look
Like he could...

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Categories: burrs, youth,
Form: Cowboy Poetry