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Maggie Huffman Poem
****-kick boots, chains on the belt,
Harley on the jacket,
pate crowned with felt...
you can swoon, you can die
at a glance of his eye.
No one seems to notice
that he swishes more than swaggers.
Strut through the room,
dance with all The Gals,
low'r the boom on troublemakers,
joke with all The Pals...
Sally really wants him but she
worries 'cause she staggers
and she never seems to notice
that he swishes more than swaggers.
Last dance, closin' time.
The Gang leaves with a shout.
It's breakfast at the Flyin' K,
but Sally passes out.
So once again, the joke's on them
and really, does it matter?
His newfound trucker friend is glad
he swishes more than swaggers.
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Like a fleet rabbit
Memory runs from recall
Teasing from afar.
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Loud raucous laughter
From rowdy crows overhead
I missed the punch line
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There's a little Dixie devil in that
six-foot, two-inch frame.
He blinks that wink and grins that smile...
you know him.
Mike's the name.
He loves his darlin' lady, Chris,
and courts her with a flair.
The Basquo and the Southern gent...
a perfect, magic pair.
It's a joy to watch them dance and talk
and flirt and fight and coo.
The Fates have given them a chance
to build one life from two.
Whatever paths in life they choose,
they'll travel hand in hand...
that sweet and fiery female, Chris,
and Irish Mike, her man.
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Windy
Swooshing through my home
By way of open windows,
The raging, fierce breeze.
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Muse, sideways glancing,
Withdraws from informing me
And makes Life austere.
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Onion Top Lollypop, Pickleberry Pie,
Weaselade and Red Canary
baked with a sigh.
Purple Meat Taco Treat,
Toe jam on a roll;
these are things you'd like to eat
if you were a troll.
Salad made of peanut shells,
toenail chips and chrome.
These are things you'd love to chew
if you were a gnome.
And what do hungry goblins want
when tummies growl for food?
Turkey beaks and
chicken feet
and
KIDS
WHO ARE NOT
GOOD!!!
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Maggie Huffman Poem
You cannot refute
The charm of a flute
Playing nicely with breezes
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Breeze whisper-talking
To leaves trembling laughingly
Secrets of Nature.
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Maggie Huffman Poem
OLDNESS
Once I had freckles, now I have wrinkles.
Chalk it up to my oldness.
Once there was presence, replaced by flatulence
Oftentimes caused by my oldness.
Many’s the time I wanted to rhyme
and pour out my feelings on paper,
but life interfered and my choices were veered
and I thought I would get to it later.
So later is now and I find myself older
And taking the reins, I face life much bolder
By learning new things and seeing wild visions
and blessing each day throughout every season.
When this lifetime ends and another begins
I’ll count those as friends who wield mighty pens.
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