Gored Poems - Poems about Gored

...“If someone besides a black ever sings the real gut bucket blues, it’ll be a Jew. We both know what it’s like to be someone else’s footstool.” -Ray Charles Author’s note: this is a companion......

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... I’ll never flap my wings again the little birdie said With all those drones up high a-zippin’ I’d probably end up dead “But that’s not fair,” said the FAA ......

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...THE ur POEMS & GAUD said, “Let there be LIGHT VERSE to illuminate the ‘nature’ of my Curse!” —michael r. burch grave request by michael r. burch come to ur doom in Tombstone; the ......

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... Happy Birthday to me Say bye to seventy-three I’m seventy-four now My ox to be gored ......

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...The wagging tongue, a weapon is, when vengeful words like arrows whizz. They pierce the heart and wound the soul, No surgeon's stitch can heal the hole. Sharp words can wound and cut like a swo......

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...Red hot chili pepper poker face... Born that way angry antithetical mailer daemon when... all of Christendom bows their collective talking heads in supplication, a temporary truce and reprie......

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...Adumbrated aeration regarding... crafting reasonable poetic rhyme nothing to sneeze... at chew asthma lingua franca – acts as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious glue inspiring me to skip to ......

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...What takes you so long to solve the crime when you have all the evidence that you can find, what take you so long to solve the crime when you saw the man rang the doorbell and sprayed bullets inside ......

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...In a garden green, where shadows creep, Where secrets linger and sorrows seep, There stood a tree, its branches wide, But hidden within, a poison resides. Its roots dug deep, in fertile ground,......

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...I dwelt on a forest green, productive farm, in fruitfulness of golden autumn, Where ragged scarecrows waved gladly, beneath turquoise skies, and plum. Ours was the latest generation of farmers, l......

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...She wore a singlet and a tutu, Ballet pumps and slide in hair And she practiced rigorously With concentrated care; But frankly her dancing skill Was rather one of dross, Her Dying Swan resembl......

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...Flickering flame A discordant note of egos that bloat, so discerned by mind, holds on us no bind. Heart’s slight resentment is discontentment, noticed as a slip, as we......

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...Marriage is a two-edged sword One end brandished by your overlord ~ At the other, your oxen gored......

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...FREE VERSE VI Reason Without Rhyme by Michael R. Burch I used to be averse to free verse, but now I admit YOUR rhyming is WORSE! But alas, in the end, it’s all the same: all verse is u......

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...Pedro, a slick, suave and smooth matador The pride of his native-state, Ecuador He'd flash his red cape The bull would go ape After each pass, the fans shouted, 'Encore!' One tim......

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