Short Bullock Poems

Jesse James
hang your head

really?...

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breeze.chick the grassful
list women as a riot
give off.get going...

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Anger and hate like a bullock cart
Bull and cart always pulling together...

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Boy
Isolate
Without love
Sandra Bullock
Adopts

Copyright © 2010  By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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Sandra Bullock did overpower
Chelsea Handler in her shower
And as she slapped poor Handler
She really was a man handler
But that just made Chelsea glower...

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When our Kids make us smile....

"Mama, Miss Sandra is Number one and Miss Jennifer is number two.
What does that mean?"
"I don't know"
"I know. It means Miss Sandra is the PeePee and Miss Jennifer is the PooPoo"...

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Anna Mae Bullock aka Tina Turner 
Was a trailblazer of rock and a fast learner.
Made history getting on the cover of Rollin Stone, 
An icon and legend, memory lives on; she’s not gone.










          
  
           
* Tina Turner R.I.P
November 26,1939-May 24, 2023


Alexis Y.
05-24-23...

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blind

sided

our sweetheart

Sandra Bullock

credits others, humbly accepts Oscar
 

throws kisses to her husband from the stage

cheater revealed

days later

lonely

star
 
*Entry for Chris’s Double the Fun Tetractys contest
(Bullock won the Oscar for her performance in "The Blind Side.")...

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Absolutely contented people,
Banking collapse in America,
Dropped like a bullock, lay like a block,
Lost to meltdown.

Umpteen colossal buildings,
Symbol and homage to science,
Devastating earthquake , tumbled down,
Lost to meltdown .

Avid bewildered desires,
Rising high with a dash but going adrift,
Bemused their zing to malady prostration,
Lost to meltdown....

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In black town a ballot cast,

In black town a ballot cast,

Ballots come in bullock carts,

Bullets come in black cars,

Bullets eat ballots,

Bullets eat ballots,

In black town,

When ballots in around,

Bullets come surround,

Bullets come in black cars,

Black town in bullet scars,

Bullets eat ballots,

Bullies eat ballots,

In black town!...

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After dousing the bride to a nice flame,
in between the howls
there were songs.

On mud path the hoofprints
came out prominently. On bullock carts
they had come for a sit in,

to resist, rebel or kill.
All day the heat, dust & winds
blurred the vision.

Hills between us
to feed the hate.
It is nothing like the good old earth.

The nascent bleed.
Time of non-movement.
Shadows of snow-peaks.


SATISH VERMA...

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After dousing the bride to a nice flame,
in between the howls
there were songs.

On mud path the hoofprints
came out prominently. On bullock carts
they had come for a sit in,

to resist, rebel or kill.
All day the heat, dust & winds
blurred the vision.

Hills between us
to feed the hate.
It is nothing like the good old earth.

The nascent bleed.
Time of non-movement.
Shadows of snow-peaks.


SATISH VERMA...

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GARDEN'S SACRIFICIAL LAMB JESUS

Let me pass
I'd go neither north or south
There's no need to react
I'm presenting myself
a living sacrifice
And my life no longer under law
God has given me a new one
No longer shall I sacrifice
A bullock rams or lamb
Jesus came died and became 
are  sacrificial lamb
He became the one
He died, sinless hug and rose
Again He rose again
Jesus is my garden

3/27/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©...

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Bull and Bullock


The other night abed, Father,
propped upon an elbow, dropped 
and died.  Earlier that week, Mother
gave me Anthony to hold when 
Father threw a fist, missed

and bellowed through the door.
I did not see the biggest of them 
bear him back. But at the wake 
they spoke of how he ran, 
fell across a fence and swayed there.

I was in another room,
giving Mother Anthony to hold,
and I remember how,
clairvoyantly for once,
she wept there.


Donal Mahoney...

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