Short Tailgate Poems

As the butterfly
Hovers near a peach blossom
Its shadow follows...

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Tailgate party time
Chicken, steak, baby back ribs
Quarterback show down...

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Old
Dirt road
Pick up truck
Blue jean baby
 By my side, Harvest moon lights up the night
My tailgate down, our swinging cowboy boots
A Gentle breeze
Sweet kisses
You and
Me....

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Listen to poem:

What The Friggin
Happened here mate.
I thought we had a date
Now you're late
Where's the bait?
I've burnt the steak.
You're a flippin' 
flagellate.
Get off your tailgate
and get over here
and gestate.
You friggin'
degenerate
cheapskate....

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Early one Christmas morning, many years ago, 
after the earth received a new blanket of fresh fallen snow, 
and while the day was still dark and new, Wondering why 
did our Big Brother wake us? we didn't have a clue.

Hands gripping tailgate
Ski upon the ice and snow
happily we'd go
7/1/2020...

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What happened to all the gay poets I used to love?
I just sprained my thumb on the tailgate of my truck
What happened to all the lesbian poets that I loved?
Pockets full of rhymes and rocks
What happed to all the poets?
That were
Here
To
Say
I
Am
Not
You
I
Am
Some
Other
From
A different
Age
No
Labels
Nowhere
Gone...

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License
Learn it
Earn it

Road signs
Traffic's
Graphics

Parking 101
Rehearse
Reverse

Text messages
Checking
Wrecking
 
Back Off!
Tailgate
Jail bait

Officer on duty
Patrol
Control


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Contest for March of the Footles-- Sponsored by Timothy Hicks
3/3/16...

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As I sit here
looking out into the cold,
all motion except the flow of sight 
seem to be frozen still; even the wind
appears to have blown into a rest stop.

All sounds—
the adversaries of silence—
seem to have gone into retreat;
leaving an eerie void in nature’s cold.

Suddenly,
the wind is frightened awake!
nature’s mood of death is no more;
as motions begin to tailgate the scene....

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