Long Weevil Poems

Oklahoma cowboy, tough coal miner’s son
Born in Henryetta, south of Tulsa some
Raised by daddy’s momma, taught him wrong from right
Daddy taught him ropin’, taught him how to fight
 
Herding made no money, its stock was...

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Children of Abgraham
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He wakes up with all forms of contradictions waving over his head and running around with ballot boxes trying to procure the dead with weevil and mice playing jamboree in the rice while the sun...

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We are bold
we are beautiful
we are strong

We wear the colours of our skins
on the palm of our spirits
from generations through generations
we regenerate
from century through century
we blossom
 from decades through decades
we experience
from years to years
we grow
from...

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A is for Ant, tiny but stout, they can lift fifty times their own weight,
B is for Bee, reaps nectar for honey; may opt to attack if made irate. 

C is for Cricket, chirps his...

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Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice; 
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud, 
And wonder how orderly the...

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Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.

1....

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Celebrity Dreamscapes

Washington
Wall Street
Hollywood
Nashville

Where regurgitation overflows
And Barmecidal bait boxes
Morph their delights by the hour

All the while

Gluttony's promised feast
Ignorant of cyclic famine
Awaits the pernicious fate-agent
Scouting to burrow like a weevil
The new crop of innocence

Trusting destiny to the...

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The multinational interview was easy and simple,
Even the unskilled and skilled passed, including the married and single.
Yet, he was denied. At home and heartbroken, he sobs in agony,
Life was just hard like a Mahogany,
His poor...

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MEANA THE WEEVIL ITCH

In deepest hyper space, in the land of Zog,
lives a weevil itch who resides in a bog
At birth she'd been Zogletised as Gina,
but the Elders secretly call her Meana!

Meana is renown for...

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Photo: RIVERVIEW AMUSEMENT PARK
                        ~POSTED BY MY GUARDIAN ANGEL~


We were just kids...

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Winds of the Storm

My life is ending my soul distending, I’m falling out of the light 
My will is bending I can’t keep mending, these wounds I have here inside
And now, my skin is peeling,...

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For all the times I’ve felt alone,
And in the stench of gross cologne,
For the fear of my life story,
I still don’t like the name of Cory.
I write this poem to remind my self
To not hit...

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Aspire to disseminate inspiration
Respire to ameliorate affection
Mire fires and spires of misinformation

Contribute to spreading care
Distribute love to play fair
Develop attributes with plenty of love flair

Seek to provide answers
Hobnob with love dancers
Fight and blight social cancers

Break...

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Like soft green grasses we have grown,
Less than halve we have our self shown;
Our heads happily swaying in the air,
Physique painting fields in green color;
At the irrigation of the poor farmer,
We bloom a smile brim-filling...

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Stealing a glance at the wrinkling
Of your aging face, I heave deep sighs
Biting hard on my lips, struggling
To hold back saltless tears from my eyes

No use! They rain down my cheeks
Knowing this is the perfect...

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A known politician
Like the bed bug, they bite
Anything that comes their sight
Without being given the right
They are well known for earning more than a stipend
But they always fend
More than what they would spend
Like the weevil,...

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The Ballad of Stinking Mick

Now Mick hung close to a Butt verbose,
And the cheese it ran like treacle,
Some said it was on the bloody nose,
That he lived, was thought unbelievable,

For he was a hairy Wombat...

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Gentlemen, I’m fifty-three!
“Now, can I still climb a tree?
Atop tree raise hands with glee
Repeating “Atop thee, Gee!”?
An Apt Gift for this Birthday!
Yet, for biggest cash I pray:
A bad left ear should not stay;
Heard sounds with...

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Nobody here is God. However, we are to do good, not evil.
We save lives of animals, even the boll weevil!

Oh, how we weep over dead elephants!
But to save a baby from death, we say, I...

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If you were a vase with flowers, 
you would be that pretty vase.
But not as pretty as the contained flowers.
I were to say the name it would be a rose.

If you were a musical instrument,...

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A two-story house stands silent,
no longer prideful of its bay window,
running water in the kitchen,
and a shower in the basement,
or of having erased memories
of shotgun houses with no heat
and back-yard water pumps.

Its blank windows stare...

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The mayfly hated the caddis fly.
Although she was not quite sure why
All she knew was that she was supposed to hate caddis flies,
and so she hated him, with all his sneaking and his lies.
Despised him...

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super boll
boll weevil twin brothers:     one was great, one the lesser of two weevils

you killed my father, prepare to die 
three-legged dog in a saloon:      "looking...

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Once upon a time there lived a bowl weevil,
A cute little joker, I’m sure
He was as ornery as the day is long,
For his meanness there was no cure.

This little bowl weevil was two inches long
But...

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