Long Mowers Poems

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXIX -  Bang! Bang! Who Shot Me Down like an Un-licensed Dog !

IF ever I had a country, a country certainly 
not subject to the whistle of a...

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I am quite content with my little mowing machine; it does the job for me.
But not my crazy neighbors whom I used to call my friends, briefly…
Now they’ve become competitive, crazed out, monsters looking for...

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They’re motives of the weekend - they’re a gardener’s saving grace,
buzzing up and down and ‘round and ‘round cleaning up the place.
There’s nothing like the latest smell of a freshly mown down lawn,
once you ease...

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     Unquotable quotes -  III

When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the 
       ...

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Get the barby firing, put on the ready meat
have the odour wafting through houses in the street;
someone half a mile away, puts his nose in the air,
goes hell-bent on a bloodhound scent to get over...

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John Deere riding lawn mowers in fields of high grass 
can sometimes be cruel to small creatures that live within.
My brother, Jimmy, twelve years old at the time,
noticed a puff of fur fly out from...

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Two days ago, the curbside stack of trash was shaping up.
The maximum size of 4W x 8L x 4H was just about done.

About this time, a friendly homeless man suddenly showed up.
He walked toward me...

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The tale of the high kicking raspberries in two hundred lines of silt and steamed porridge oats.

Keynotes noted kissing keystones keep keystrokes kingly. But kingly is often not associated with kindness, kinship, or kept keepers...

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Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.

Repugnant yet intriguing, a redundant singularity,
fabrications of fortified, fraudulent self-deception,  
blocks...

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Ah... already the summer 
approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze 
one more rhyme 
before September first,
thus the following lines after...

Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves...

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Bellicose Smile

Ghost wandered living lonely,
on the screaming silence street,
rubbish rattles wind blown west,
where last week walked our feet,

A dog barks in the distant haze,
spring leaps wildly on,
upon our green the grass grows,
mowers for now are...

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Fable Five 
Fable Five 
 
IN THREE PARTS 
 
Part One: The DOVE 

eye picked up the dove now dead creature clasped him to my bosom brest 
no sorrow feeling only life within my chest...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I hate the sound of mowers in the morning
it means the neighbour’s going to cut his grass
I know it won’t be long, before the same old song
“when do you think...

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Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow

leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true

quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of...

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I'd spent the day down at the market and seen me sheep get sold,
And I'd got a pretty good price for the seven six months old,
So I bought some treats for those at home to...

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The museum is full of gangs,
child gangs that roam sneering at the 70’s people.
The 70’s people live now in a diorama.
For the most part they are cheerful,
they cut grass with push mowers,
swim in above ground...

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He is the sound of a waterdrop 
A waterdrop off a leaf into a pond
He keeps monkeys and trees, bond
And works zebras for donkeys

He sprinkles scent on flowers 
And enchants buffaloes for mowers
He spells vultures...

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when she was younger
she wanted to be something else
than what she became
when she met him---
it didn’t happen overnight,
she would explain to her friends who asked &
certainly, as this effect could of happened
at any point in...

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Remembering Mom
Written: by Miracle Man
2-6-2020

Long gone the days
when Dominoes and Monopoly were king.
Before High tech ushered in the words “Couch Potato”.
When lawn mowers were pushed, not ridden,
and a lawn was a buck fifty, not times...

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When daffodils brighten my windowsill

And warm Spring rain begins to fill

My outdoor pots and borders wide

My heart cannot help but burst with pride

We have survived Winter's squalls and snow

Spring has arrived for a few weeks...

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'Tis glorious springtime agin in Wayne County, Indiana!
(Never mind that a blizzard jes' blew in frum Montana!)
Folks wuz beginnin' to till their gardens to plant pertaters,
And wuz bustin' clods to set out plants uv beefsteak...

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“The I’ll Dance” was the father of a Mine’s good family friend.
In the main festivities of Navalmanzano, Segovia
And its pilgrimages
He did not dare to ask the girls to dance
Afraid that everyone would give him pumpkins.
-The...

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What do you hear my granddaughters?

We hear butterflies landing so softly on the flowers
and the sound of blowing bubbles; we love, also, to hear them pop!
Birds are singing their own special tunes yet they blend...

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We love this road,
it has trees.

The manicured ladies
stand upon the lawns,
beacon with unwinking eyes,
scrutinize beneath shading hands,
pry open primped lips,
proclaim their fierce love.

We love this road,
it has folks.

Those maladjusted to suburbia
hear and move on
knowing they...

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Delta breeze brought relief from scorching summer temperatures 
Night’s cool vapors dropped morning dew on the terrace furniture
Refreshing nippiness embraced me when I opened the patio entrance
Brought a big smile to my lips when I...

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