Long Butters Poems

My hair has always 
had a mind of its own
Stays doing whatever
it wants whenever 
it pleases
Just never bothers to do 
any of it, at my convenience
Will take its sweet time 
to grow 
When I'm most...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking ‘bout the stew I burnt, which I hoped he couldn’t...

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she wanted to impress those in attendance
seemed the proper thing to do seeming
most of the folk were their to either
endorse her new
restaurant.
she wanted something special for the chefs special
but didn't want to spend the time...

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TING means “thing” said she who masquerades as my niece with the tongue stud and nose ring. 
We used to put them in our ear, now they put them anywhere
BRAH is new for “bro” and...

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Butters Drippin’ From My Ears

Summer’s mostly over
I’ve not once mentioned Iowa corn.
It’s the symbol of the state
In which this rhymer’s born.

There are other places
That grows passable “sweet” corn.
I’ve eaten several others
But my druthers always torn.

In...

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Say something nice my love
Pass the bread and butter please
Put down the dagger to the heart
A slice of kindness will do just fine
Don't be like the ugly lady in Amsterdam
Yelling at her husband to pass...

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I see a pattern Everywhere:
Circles and globes (three dimensional circles);
Shiny rings of fire.

Countless manifestations of this same shape.
Star-spangled galaxies wheeling through the sky:
That half-globe dome.
Earth, in circular orbit (more or less) around the Sun,
Escorted by...

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Baklave punished the people of
Thermopolium. The taught
the flavors of desire and decodance
When Apicius created a dessert for
the men of Anceintious. One man wished to
be loved and sorted the farro in fields
 and dairy's in barns....

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I have a little garden that I love,
where the many plants of my childhood grow;
(I did this to honor mother above)
where flowers flourish like a wild meadow.

Where the many plants of my childhood grow,
there...

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 "She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow
head, and whispered to her neighbor, Winter is dead. "

                ...

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Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour 
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean

Chances which blind chases never uncovered 
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the...

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It’s another day in paradise; and the girls are oh so fine
             It’s another day in paradise; and I’m in the welfare line.
There’s...

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“Grandma’s Love”
Written by: Rev. Terry D. Butters

My grandma came to my house, of course, just to visit me.
Not really, she came to greet my family, all of us she’d see.
With grandma you must be patient,...

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The Queen has a navy
That floats in her gravy,
It’s sharp and its clear,
But it’s sure tough to steer,
For the rudders get stuck
In that thick, grayish muck,
And the lads in the stern
Have a penchant to yearn
For...

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He's a WORD Casanova
He butters them up
Gives sips from his cup
words syrupy sweet
a tasty love treat
makes the girls swoon
to his sensual croon

The Word Casanova

His words are his charm
they dismantle alarm
“sugar and spice”
and they gush..."OH…SO... NICE!"
Demanding...

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The media likes nothing more 
than a white rogue cop
and desperate black skin
followed by a good old fashioned race riot
to ignite ratings
secure their jobs for millennium,
more views
higher ratings 
more ad revenue
play it twenty four seven
fan...

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"Fly me to the moon and let me play among 
the stars (and butterflies,) fill my heart with 
song and let me sing forevermore . . . " 

      ...

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I’m no author, novelist or poet.
I’m just Me,
And don’t I know it.
I don’t need to be classified,
As long as I’m writing, I’m satisfied.

Typing out words, line by line,
I don’t care if they don’t rhyme.
I don’t...

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Green Oasis in the midst of burning sands.

Milk ed Maidens in garb of headdress band.

Soaked in milk and butters cream.
Supple like the grass, taught like the reed.
Come back to me, fall back to your 
Leige.

The...

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My head feels dull.
Not even “comfortably numb”.
No mood for rhyme
Yet must cast my soul
Back through time.

No.
No more rhyme.
Just cast my mind back.
Seek that spark.
Call out my Muse.
Be inspired.
Excited.
Yes. 

Excitement shines
Like a billion suns.
The merest touch
Explodes
My...

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Quote by Dandapani: 
A man who prepares for war invites war/A man who prepares for God invites God

War And Peace 

I am not ready to strap a grenade to my chest 
for the sake of...

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Trepidation explodes into volcanic fear
Takes off like wild fire burnt alive
Rolls molten lava down the mountain
Butters the melted soul to silence

Over run by soldiers out of control
The covered dead fill in the valley
Infantries spread to...

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She moves in red and lights the room.

They see her hair in bloom, not wasting flames in doom her voice is meant to show the moon is out to play the night until, until, the...

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In life's' living gutter
I stutter and mutter
Eventually i falter
And did alter 
The very life's' meter
That controls the matter
A bitter - like better
That butters the fighter
And makes him go higher

I needed a master
Who'll help my desire
And...

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Make your poems Memorable,
That’s what I say.
No need to be incredible,
Just let them play.

Read them with your inner voice,
Write them that way too.
Hear the music in those words,
This I’m telling You.

In ancient times these poems...

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