Long Haws Poems

Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw!

Relieved of fatherhood Saint
Nick schtick found me
to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras
like padding and "FAKE flowing beard,
ah...don't remind me,
those well worn faux paws

of each dear deer...

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On a sunny day in late September
we were on our way to Runswick Bay,
on a walk that we gladly remember,
meeting people on the Cleveland Way.

Assorted folk with the same idea
taking in distant views over the...

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At night of the Hight of winter, when from the Netherlands comes the brutal sun, lightning without rain
and at the same time clouds with frost, rain for a while, hail, snow and wind of the...

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Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute

raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently,...

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Though discriminatory asper discerning
legitimate information TIME
Magazine considered
a reliable trustworthy,
and valuable source to this rhyme
stir, who perused cover story, sans

January 28th, 2019 issue as prime
material to concoct
more serious than amusing
poem mindful not to spoil mealtime
sharing insightful...

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A heavy heart this papa doth air
signals necessary pang...
this father must bear
though...with muted pomp
and circumstances I cheer

stunning transformation unbelievable,
sans thee as youngest daughter
doth commensurately commandeer
her life by the figurative horns buck haws
self reliance mandatory to...

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White rabbits in the clouds again, and other things I cant explain,
Like washing drying in the sun, and white lace curtains being spun,
And faces smiling through the lace, soft voices from another place,
That ask me...

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Beasts of Burden
By Franklin Price
2/13/2016

Beasts of burden are the Elephant,
And the Ass; at least I think
The former is Republican,
The latter Democrat; they stink

The story I'm here to tell you
Is about the two of them,
And how...

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Earthly treasures drag me down
Pleasures and short term comforts
All my heart's desires 
feels like i cant stand a chance
but my eyes are open wide
and getting off the way is my choice

Sitting all by myself
end times...

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The main attraction 
The hairs on your head standing up
Electricity says, “what’s up?”
Standing in the shadow - a pup

The satisfaction
That one gets when displaying claws
Jumping through hoops, the hees and haws
Delirious from fighting a cause

Roaring...

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PIN THE TAIL

O’Haggard Hoarfrost, she plays winks,
rocks on a sawhorse, tweedle-dee drinks.

Mad Merrie O’Boyle slays lightning from nails —
dazed loony-toon, wears out his flannel tails.

W’cked, their niece, says, “Take them away,” bickers,
with Midnight Judge in...

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Sometimes, not often enough to count, but every so often, my mind wades in memories, causing ripples in the wake of my dreams. That shiver the timbre of my loneliness of voice. Gees and haws...

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My name is John--the work horse
And I was teamed with Prince. 
We could easily do a job at which
An Arabian horse would flinch.
Prince's work is over now.
He's buried in the pasture.
I am too old to...

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Oh, boy! It's poem time!
       I think I'll try a little rhyme
     What goes with the word 'Claus'
       How...

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I get my mass shootings mixed up
every day-another one-
makes you somewhat numb
the killers are all much the same
life time losers-twisted agenda
so quick to place the blame-

They can plan and finance their mayhem
then claim that they're...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTUMN
gold red yellow hues
bewildered confused my mind
the colours of death
-
a breeze a leaf flies
gales trees defoliated
alive future... hope
-
squirrels buried nuts
their survival depends
both ways sustenance
-
wildflower meadow
their vitality returned
stored a future waits
-
all animals know
instinct kicks in... shorter...

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Upon this bank where the May flower grows,
   with bright orange-red poppies and marigold,
   of old memories nestled in crimson hills;

The rills sigh 'neath hushed wood,
   of many broken...

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By lane and path the English hedgerow,
In which so many wild things grow,
For centuries has crossed the land –
A world of nature, close at hand.

In Spring the blackthorn's cloaked in snow,
Its pure white blossoms first...

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Past the haze of campfires glow,
Along the rocky shore, where
Fireflies dance & laughter rolls,
The Raven waits for me.

Butterflies and Bumblebees,
Blind to futures past, await the 
Day the harvest brings, the songs
Of journeys last.

Until that time,...

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