Short Burbs Poems

So I’m getting it back
From this stack
Of notes and blurbs
Back to poetry
Of the burbs...

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This is the story of Lisa & Herb
A young loving pair who lived in the burbs
Fresh cod she did cook
Forgot to take out the hook
Pierced at the lip he said it's superb...

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A cheap imitation toy
     Next a deep colored strewn rose
     In a house in the 'burbs
     At nighttime under heavy snow.

     A faltering streetlamp
     Near an unretrieved upturned trash barrel;
     A backyard dog looks out to lick the snow.
     Then silence for a while....

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A child from the 'burbs on a Big Apple trip
Found it all more than slightly exciting - 
The buses, the taxis, the swings and the slides
All seemed magically more than inviting.

A glorious day on his grandparents' turf
For a long-overdue city taste
Gave this nana a glow and a grin ear to ear
That I hope will be echoed posthaste....

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Mina Verbena is selling her herbs
in a cart that she sets in the road by the curb.
If you’ve got some spare change, then she’s got some thyme,
or a nice bit of parsley, for only a dime.

Mina Verbena grew up in the ‘burbs,
a seasoned young seller with plenty of verve.
Her herbs are enticing, with spice and panache;
to sample her flavors, she favors hard cash....

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A Florida man in the ‘burbs
has BnB plans that perturb.
His neighbors don’t wanna
see more wild iguanas;
how’s a lizard to get him some herb?

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A man in Florida is at odds with his neighbors over feeding/encouraging the wild iguanas, which are deemed a nuisance, and wanting to open an AirBnB so other come enjoy the 'experience'......

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I do not drive a fancy car
Or chew on a Cuban cigar
I do not wear a silk cravat
Or attend the fancy balls
I do not own a designer cat
Or have the funds to gamble
I do not smell of Givenchy
Or even live in the 'burbs
I am nothing so hoidy-toidy
As gentlemen up the street
But I can tell you this, for sure
I'm the nicest guy you'll ever meet.

written June 16, 2021...

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Here is total nonsense in a verse,
It's about the scourge of the burbs,
A silly tale of Lady Bonkerley,
A femme always dressed in Regency,
Draping clothes her poseur finery,
And her boyfriend, a bossy bully, 
They pranced around so merrily,
But wait, they were mere fictionaries,
I guess that's why we're writers, you and me,
It's all in our heads, you see,
Lady Bonkerley was only imaginary!!!...

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In the suburbs and the country
When the night arrives,
You can feel the darkness
Where the silence thrives.

For a city gal,
Used to lights and noise,
You would think such peace
Would bring endless joys.

Though my sleep improves
When the quiet reigns,
There is something lost
Which negates the gains.

Though it might sound nuts
(And I'm sure it does),
In the burbs I miss
All that city buzz....

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On a walk in the ‘burbs
I was startled to see
Two squirrels at work
In a way new to me.

Each was clenching, with teeth, 
Something plastic and weird
(For a squirrel, at least,
That is how it appeared.)

One raced with a container
That used to hold milk
And the other’s held mustard
Or food of that ilk.

So my question is what
Were they planning to do 
With containers like that?
Oh, how I wish I knew!...

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Oogeling ouggulluurzz,

Fidgety fogging verse!

Peoples are nodding to their words,

beats aren't so bumpy
so they blotter on burbs...

Seasoning at saunter,

as he wander wanders-

bottoming the plotter who thinks its
'why bother?'

As a holy day walker
streamin' the fodder,

Poly pulls the jog on her,

says 'yes we'll get knocks
to twist turns-
silly like talks in the chik_burns,
and the whispers'....

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‘Twas the day after Christmas
And boxes were piled
With the remnants of gifts
Ripped apart by each child.

The dolls and accessories,
Sports gear and games,
All once wrapped up in paper
That nobody claims.

The presents from grown-ups,
Removed from their bags,
Join in with the packages,
Ribbons and tags.

In the compactor rooms
And outside, by the curbs,
Are what’s left of the bounty
In cities and ‘burbs.
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Watching television can make some couch potatoes
Too much sitting down can be fatal

A little sleep a little slumber
Is not as cool as a cucumber

More dark green vegetables and fruit
More water, less juice

Will help the heart give disease
The boot

Exercise is always good

Walking ten minutes a day
Is probable in the “Burbs or the Hood”

Good health
Good life
More joy
Less strife

Giving all praise to
Jesus Christ...

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Hoopinchakey

Down in the 'burbs forest surrounds
Night gets darker than a cemetery
Walkin' about will bring on the hoopinchakey....
His hair stands straighter than a power pole
His wings are airy and sticky as a web
His hands are like cold rubber with sharp little points
Many have seen 'im but few will agree....
If they really seen just how many
Fingers he has
'Cause your feet get the power
Ya skin gets the prickles
Then ya know the
Hoopinchakey...

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7:25am 19April2014

 Where is the love I seek where can love be 
Across the road or up the street or maybe over on bee 

Outside of town in the burbs o where o where is love at 
Hawaii Louisiana Russia Iraq 

Love my love I am searching for you 
So much that there's nothing else I can do
 
Such obsessions such desire 
I am stuck in this mire 

Oh my love my sweet sweet love I know why you can not be found 
It is because your searching for me and I keep moving around...

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