Short Straggly Poems
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Paper crisp, dead brown, leaves
cluster between the straggly vines.
The potted purple petunias valiantly
hold their final blooms, alive and regal
within death’s grip, refusing to surrender.
Here's the news with anchor, Horseju Rode Inon
Man claims to have been visited by a scary apparition
With weird scary hair
All straggly down to there
It touched his dangly bits without permission
It's the six o'clock news with anchor, Horseju Rode Inon
Man claims to have been visited by a scary apparition
With weird scary hair
All straggly down to there
It touched his dangly bits without permission
It's the six o'clock news with anchor, Horseju Rode Inon
Man claims to have been visited by a scary apparition
With weird scary hair
All straggly down to there
It touched his dangly bits without permission
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Chestnut trees in bloom
Straggly cream colored blossoms
Bee's buzz all about
zany zippy zambo
rarely watches Rambo
preferring cartoons
watching Saturn’s moons
persnickety ways
does not waste his days
doing what he wants and only that
brought home five dogs and one straggly cat
zany zippy zambo is the king
of doing only his own thing
he had a wife who ran away
every day for him is full of play
In an hour a thousand pass
Doctors, lawyers, truck drivers
Small and fat,
A straggly cat.
Six ladies in elegant furs
Two little boys chasing curs
A tottery, old man with a cane
The same scraggly cat again.
The local newsboy laden down
Big and small,
A runaway ball,
The corner cop awaiting the strike
Five o'clock, the rush hour jam
Wondering who I am
What I'm doing--
A dirty old sidewalk
runs in front of grandma's house
with bumps and cracks from the roots
of ancient white-oak
Armed with cane poles and sack lunches
crickets and freshly dug earth worms
we meander down to the levee
barefoot in careless summers
One low spot beneath
a straggly Chinaberry
filled with pitch-black delta dirt
washed in by summer rains
We shuffle through and dig down
cooling our toes
There is a lone field before me
With sweet flowers that draws the eyes
Round the blooms, roams many a bee
There is a lone field before me
A nice sight all would love to see
Straggly clouds sail along the skies
There is a lone field before me
With sweet flowers that draws the eyes
August.23.2022
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