Short Burr Poems

dying ember
remembers love
of burr that hurt...

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meaner than greener

           the other side of barb wire

                open hands get cut




***...

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Stir Up Crowd That Does Occur

Up some people Trump seems to stir;
Like a certain group that does occur,
That around,
Has found;
In our sides has been leaving big burr.

Jim Horn...

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I abide nature
psy as it rests and solace
winter's  BURR frozen

casting snows blowing
so engulfing winds flurrings
frozen winter's BURR

12/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Pigs are happy oinkers that don't wear wigs 
Pugs on the other hand, confer 
and  humorously un-burr  ;
 
One thing they got in common with pigs 
they both don't smoke cigs. 
and they both don't do gigs 

March 12, 2019...

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J A Burr  John Albert Burr

J A Burr  John Albert Burr
Wealthy black ensured young John
To attend Engineering classes
John studied, repaired and service farm equipment
In 1898 invented 1st Rotary Lawn Mower

2/11/18
written James Edward Lee Sr....

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A Mighty Oak standing strong in the midday sun
One branch upon it leafless utterly barren
It has seen more lives than just this one
But lived them all under the same daylight sun
Living strong, its choice was none
It only happened, stance, that this acorn won...

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Burr!
It is cold.
The snow covers the ground
in a blanket of
fluffy coldness.
It is icy and i love it.
It makes me shiver .
I need another layer of 
clothes.
But I don't dare go inside
to become warm,
because I just might come 
back out to find
the snow has gone....

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brisk cold winds settles
across the nation so wide
autumn days are flows in
~
sweat shirt woolen pants
big over coat button up
whosshs- burr cold outside
~
winter days has flows in
brisk cold winds blows on nation
fall gone winter here



11/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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~ Back Then ~ 

One, a Cabinet Officer
  the other, a Veep
disagreed about policy
  their feelings ran deep

They'd end their discord
  by means of a duel
Burr and Hamilton
  brave pair of fools...


          ~ Now ~

Trump's 'Lock her up'
  Dems' 'Kick Jim Jordan'
Both revere the tradition 
  Heap more fire on our fuels...

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Do not squander your wishes on the likes of her!
Said the wish-giver’s advisor, who was not pure.
We have not gotten along, she is kind of a saddle burr.
Luckily, the elf wish-giver did not hesitate or stir.

He gave me my top wish for her to disappear.
She was gone in a few seconds, smoke started to clear.
She was caustic he whispered inside my left ear.
My heart was excited, and I started to cheer!...

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Two words
Mixed
Hammered
Forged
Cast together
Sometimes aside
But still
I rain blows
Upon an anvil
Forcing
Forging
Letting it flow
Black furnace
Flaming sweat
The bellow blows
Coals roar
Red
Hammer falls
Silent
Annealing
Analyzing
Burr
Did I die
This poem
Correctly
Is its
Ductility
Just write
Or
Pig iron
Will you use
The pritchel hole?
And I
Fail
As a 
Word smith
I guess
I’ll just go
Write a novel...

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	Six Feet = Three Bricks
	Written: by Tom Wright
	2/20/03
	
	On winters night our mom would coddle,
	keeping moppets warm was quite a trick.
	Two feet always got the hot water bottle,
	while the other six feet got heated bricks.
	
	Heated and sheathed before finding beds,
	neath quilts, that seemed in weight, tons.
	With nothing protruding save burr heads,
	too young to recognize we were lucky ones.
	
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Find my glutton for this rap button to come sneaking up on em/
I’m pretty good at running so let me run it up on em/
Time for me to gain traction with these tracks slung/
Alive more than I ever been in action go figure/
Never still with my stature my line’s never flat sir/
Hearts even more on beat than I need give it to her/
A crib for the burr or heat to surge the birds on my wire  
I ribbed the instrument or sound heard words on fire...

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I wait here for her return silently sat
With a lonely and quiet sigh
Standing there with a lamp that
Is perched on top of my head high;

My keys ache to be
Played by her
Soft, small hands to see
Notes ringing out to stop the burr;

Different songs at played each
Time she sits down
Whether to let emotions out, to tell a speech
Or just to practice the sound;

Soft music played for her peers
Or loud music will
Echo in my ears
Until all is still......

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I was born in Amhurst Massachuetts
on Decenber 10  1830 
and had died May 15  1886

My hair is bold like the chestnut burr
and my eyes like the sherry in the glass
that the guest leaves behind

I cannot write about the world without
first backing away from it and then
comtemplating it from a distance

A word is dead when it is said
Some say I say it just begins
To live that day 


Who Am I ?


My Poetess Sweet
Emily Dickinson...

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exhaustion has so many layers: 
when devils settle into joints
naps turn into marathon affairs
concentration gaps run rampant
remnants of zest circle the drain

perhaps due to feral disease
or a brief rash of boredom 
or just a blot of burr and blues
more likely the foothills of old age

for certain youth has blown away
dreams blinded in the dry grass of life
just ahead -up a steep granite pass
something feral, heavy hooved-sniffing...

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The annual church picnic is fun for the congregation for sure.
Grams says the conversation is abnormally delicate and demure.
There are thugs, known criminals, and thieves, I can assure.
But we try to pretend it is not so, said my cousin sweet Burr.

Many uppity muppities try to get you to join, to reassure.
That they have a ticket to heaven on the hems of Ms. Curr.
She is the one who insists she has paved the way for sure.
I run from her because when we scrap, she pulls out my fur....

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I'm old,
I'm Grey,
I'm in the way,
You push me to the side!
I hurt!
I sleep!
And seldom eat!
I just cant wait to die.
I'm wrinkled,
I sweat,
I somehow met,
The demon thats inside,
I read,
I squint,
Without a hint,
I Just cant wait to die.
My cat he sits,
And purrs all day,
I pat his lovely fur.
The temperature is eighty six,
But I sure say a burr.
I cough,
I hack,
And spit up blood,
It comes out all dark red,
My feet they hurt,
My hands do to,
I wish i was a dead....

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